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If I had to pick one defining moment in my Iranian life, it would be 5:00 a.m. one Friday in the fall of 1968. I was fifteen. Normally I woke to the sounds of a peddler selling green almonds and fava…
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Farideh Goldin
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Norfolk, United States of America
Date:
2003
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In April 1942, after months of probing and letter writing, Mother and Mrs. Gerber received letters telling them that Father’s troop was in a Russian prison camp. However, no word came from either of…
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Aranka Siegal
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1981
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I went back to my letter. “Every Sunday there’s a chess tournament.” I stopped writing.
It was crazy. Mr. Doom was supposed to take care of all of us. Mr. Meltzer was supposed to take care of the…
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Gail Carson Levine
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1999
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The modern world never whispers. As I drive in my car, the shrill voice of the announcer, punctuated by the even more urgent voice of the commercial, demands attention. On each street corner…
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David Wolpe
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Los Angeles, United States of America
Date:
2000
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The street lamps of the Old Town began to flare out in preparation for the night. And soon the yellow gas-lights shone in the shop windows too, and outside the little…
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Sholem Asch
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New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1916
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I have a son, a little son,
a youngster mighty fine!
and when I look at him I feel
that all the world is mine.
But seldom do I see him when
he’s wide awake and bright.
I always find him sound…
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Morris Rosenfeld
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New York City, United States of America (New York, United States of America)
Date:
1887
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Worn and torn by many fingers
It stands on the bedroom dresser,
Resting back against its single cardboard buttress,
(There were two)
The gilt clasp that bound it, loose and broken,
The beautiful…
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Alter Brody
Places:
New York City, United States of America
Date:
1918
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Now in the suburbs and the falling light
I followed him, and now down sandy road
Whiter than bone-dust, through the sweet
Curdle of fields, where the plums
Dropped with their load of ripeness, one by…
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Stanley Kunitz
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New York, United States of America
Date:
1942
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The problem lay buried, unspoken, for many years in the minds of American women. It was a strange stirring, a sense of dissatisfaction, a yearning that women suffered…
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Betty Friedan
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1963
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It is not unusual for committed Jewish women to be uneasy about their position as Jews. It was to cry down our doubts that rabbis developed their pre-packaged orations on the nobility of motherhood…
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Rachel Adler
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1971