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Malka Grunhaus
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Malka Grunhaus
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Malka Grunhaus
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Malka Grunhaus
#In A Word
The strong trees protruding through the snow and the sun shining through the shadows are a reminder to me that Hashem always provides us with strength and warmth in the coldness of life
Mishpacha Contributors
#In A Word
If I had to describe the atmosphere at this dinner in Wiesenthal's honor, I would say it was this overwhelming sense of “we have won”
Mishpacha Contributors
It Happened at Midnight: Pesach Theme 5783
While the world dreams and the stars twinkle, the Creator neither slumbers nor sleeps. Ten stories of midnight miracles, epiphanies, and revelations
Family First Contributors
Home at Last
These are the survivors, the last 20 living hostages who spent 738 days in the unimaginable conditions of Hamas captivity yet never stopped hoping, yearning, and believing
Achiya Beitan
Home at Last
In war, impatience is not a virtue
Binyamin Rose
Dispatch
Set aside the trees, the details; set aside Israel, Mamdani says
Rabbi Hillel Goldberg
Dispatch
I am asked: When do you have time to write books and seforim? I answer: When you are saving time on your smartphone
Rabbi Hillel Goldberg
A Face and A Place
Rebbe Gedalya Moshe was buried in one of the tiny graveyards in a corner of the city. Who knew of it’s power?
Hodayah Cohen
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One day soon, I would miss a lot of learning time and there was no way I’d be able to hide that from Mama

By Malka Grunhaus

Building Dreams

How I wished we could be back in Chevron. Or even in Kovno. I couldn’t start again. I just couldn’t

By Malka Grunhaus

Building Dreams

“We wouldn’t need to heal had those Arab maniacs not tried to kill us”

By Malka Grunhaus

Building Dreams

I myself being lifted off the floor and ever so gently carried through the building

By Malka Grunhaus

Building Dreams

“There’s nothing more we can do for him,” Mama whispered through her pain

By Malka Grunhaus

Building Dreams

Suddenly, we could hear the sound of glass breaking.

By Malka Grunhaus