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A tiny shadow of a little girl. Standing. On the outside of the open windowpane. On the sill as narrow as a tea biscuit.

When he looks back to that day, there is only one memory he cherishes: the memory of his father.

Having felt the hand of G-d protecting His people and His land, can we simply go about our daily regimen as before?

Between the barracks in Auschwitz and the once-peaceful pathways of the towns in the Gaza Envelope, will Jewish life ever go back to safe mode?

Those few words spoke volumes, not only about Rav Dessler, but also about Rav Moshe

Under Monsey’s sprawling yards lies a treasure of volcanic lava