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Calligraphy: Succos 5786
I have lost my home already, have lost my country, and now I must give up my name, too?

By Bashie Lisker

Calligraphy: Succos 5786
What journeys did you have to take, to say, “This is who I am, this is what I love to do, and I don’t care who is watching?”

By Ariella Schiller

Calligraphy: Succos 5786
Leah stood there with empty arms. As usual, everyone else seemed to get what they wanted

By Esther Kurtz

Calligraphy: Succos 5786
“You listen to me, boys,” she said fiercely. “I’m coming back for you. This is only for now. Soon you’re coming home”

By Esther Shaindy Leshkowitz

Calligraphy: Succos 5786
That’s what I liked about Yidel. He wasn’t playing pretend. He didn’t butter up to me. He didn’t look at me like I was some figure on an ivory tower

By Esty Heller

Calligraphy: Succos 5786
Menashe shut his eyes for a moment and waited. Then — “Not a blizzard’s chance on Venus, Rabbi!”

By Shmuel Botnick

Calligraphy: Succos 5786
“You don’t have to do it, mammele. It’s okay, the sponsors understand, it’s all tzedakah. Not an actual competition”

By Rochel Samet

Calligraphy: Succos 5786
As if Elisheva knows. She doesn’t even know that Dovi exists, that I had another baby after… after

By Rivka Streicher