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It was Shabbat morning. I was still lying in bed. My mother was already up and awake, wearing her clean white headdress. The other bed opposite mine, where my mother would sleep, was already made…
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I. M. Veisenberg
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Warsaw, Second Polish Republic
(Warsaw, Poland)
Date:
1920
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On rare occasions Aunt Joya di Pinso would come over, and whenever she came, the house would be full of good spirits. The minute she set foot on our threshold, pausing for a moment, as was…
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Yehudah Burla
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Tel Aviv, Israel
Date:
1949
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Better a dry crust with peace
Than a house full of feasting with strife.
A capable servant will dominate an incompetent son
And share the inheritance with the brothers.
For silver—the crucible;
Fo…
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Hannah the blind woman was told before her wedding that her future husband was a widower in the tobacco business; at first they also assured her that this widower had been left with no…
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Jacob Steinberg
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Tel Aviv, Mandate Palestine
(Tel Aviv, Israel)
Date:
1922
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At three in the morning, Rabbi Sholem Tuvim returned home from visiting his sick father. His father was in great need of comfort, and he, Reb Sholem, would have stayed by him the entire night if the…
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Joseph Opatoshu
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New York City, United States of America
Date:
1928
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The Israelites spent the rest of the day celebrating this festival of thanksgiving in their homes as a second Purim, with tears of sadness and joy, and by the time the sun set, the…
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Salomon Formstecher
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Offenbach, Kingdom of Westphalia
(Offenbach, Germany)
Date:
1859
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I dream that I’m standing in the doorway of my house, and I hear shouts, but I don’t want to go in. I’m eleven years old, and my hair is braided down my back.
A man asks me in the language of my…
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Perla Suez
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Buenos Aires, Argentina
Date:
2000
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The bathroom looked as though some spiteful thug had left his calling card after having robbed the house. As my father was tended to and he was what counted, I would just as soon have nailed the door…
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Philip Roth
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1991
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Not as if it were an accident,
not as if he were leaving Prague and coming to Havana,
eight years later bringing Mama,
to put her behind the cash register,
instill certain principles,
give her little…
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José Kozer
Date:
1973