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memories
This time, I remember
It\’s been 30 years since I left Iran, and I still know I\’m going back some day, because I have to see that house again, to stand before the yard door and discover if it\’s indeed 12 feet high, or if I\’ve imagined it so, to ring the doorbell and see if I can hear its chime echo up and down the street.
Young Manhattanite’s diary of old is new again
She learned that her building was expanding its bike room and had cleaned out an area where these trunks, whose owners had moved on, had sat unopened for decades. Amid the chaos, a building porter told her that he had found a young girl\’s diary and gave her the small book with its crackling leather cover and chrome lock.
Passover in Palestine — memories of seders in an Israel on the cusp of statehood
On the eve of Passover 1948, Rabbi Moshe Saks, known as Bud to his family and friends, was stationed in Jerusalem\’s Talpiot neighborhood, trying to figure out how to get Passover supplies and ammunition to the embattled Haganah soldiers in the Makor Haim neighborhood.
Teens can learn from Shoah survivors
For some of us, a \”problem\” is getting seven presents for Chanukah, not eight. However, 70 years ago, these so-called \”problems\” would have been luxuries for the millions of Jews and other minorities living, and dying, during the Holocaust.
My December visit with ‘lady’
When I first started writing, I sat with Khanum for hours at a time, asking questions. I was 21 and on leave of absence from law school. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life, but I knew some stories from Iran, and had begun to write them. They were scattered pieces of people\’s lives, bits of conversations I had overheard through the years, rumors that had been whispered too many times and taken on a reality that may or may not have been deserved.