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“We were slaves down in Egypt,”
The young, cheerful mother said,
As she knelt on the floor
And swept under the bed.
“We toiled so hard
And lived in constant fear,”
Avowed the perky young mother,
As she dusted the chandelier.
“Everyday the children of Jacob
Would cry out and tearfully daven,”
Pointed out the bubbly young mother,
As she scoured her kitchen oven.
“Hashem heard our prayers,
And sent Moshe to get us out!”
Affirmed the chirpy young mother,
As she bleached the bathtub grout.
“Moshe went to Pharaoh, saying,
‘Let my people go, or you will fall!’ “
Announced the smiling young mother,
As she scraped the garage wall.
“Moshe had asked politely,
But stubborn Pharaoh was a grouch,”
Panted the young, buoyant mother,
As she moved the living room couch.
“He refused Moshe’s request, yelling,
‘Don’t bother me anymore!’ “
Declared the young, upbeat mother,
As she washed the basement floor.
“Said a determined Moshe,
‘You’ll change your mind, that’s for certain’ “
Exclaimed the happy young mother,
As she hand-vacuumed the study’s curtain.
“Hashem sent down 10 plagues,
And Pharaoh stopped being so smug,”
Gasped the delighted young mother,
As she beat the dining room rug.
“Pharaoh ran to Moshe, pleading,
‘Leave the country tonight!’ “
Narrated the young, jubilant mother,
As she dusted the porch light.
“The Children of Israel hurried,
Not for a minute did they hesitate,”
Stated the young, elated mother,
As she hosed the fence and gate.
“And that is why we eat matzah,
There was no time for proper bread,”
Confirmed the young, exultant mother,
As she stripped the guest room bed.
“And so we rid our homes of chametz,
But we shouldn’t get too frantic,”
Insisted the young, exhilarated mother,
As she lugged the vacuum to the attic.
“Each year we celebrate our freedom,
And invite all to the Seder meal,”
Crowed the young, euphoric mother,
Eyeing the potatoes she had yet to peel.
“How lucky we are to have Pesach,
We are free,” the mother gleefully did shout,
“No more toil, drudgery and hard labor,”
She warbled – just as she passed out.
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Leah Katz, a TeenZone camper at Oorah’s TheZone summer camp and an 11th grader at Midwood High School, read her winning essay about how TheZone changed her views on Judaism at the Jewish Heritage Awards Ceremony held at Brooklyn District Attorney Charles Hynes’s office in April. The purpose of the Jewish Heritage Essay Contest is to acquaint public school students with Jewish history and customs and to help foster a deeper understanding of Jewish culture. The contest is open to students of all ethnic and religious backgrounds. Leah’s essay is reproduced in full below.
Moshe Sharett, the head of the Jewish Agency’s Political Department, visited Egypt in 1945. In Cairo he met a most remarkable young woman, a beautiful journalist who was the darling of Egyptian high society – from high-ranking military brass, to culture icons and Muslim sheikhs, to the court of King Faruk.
The two proceeded to talk about everyday things and surprisingly her mother-in-law did not find anything else to criticize. This occurred a few more times, with my client changing the topic every time by complimenting her mother-in-law or mentioning something positive about her.
There is always a lot of confusion surrounding sensory processing disorder – mainly because there are many different diagnoses that fall under the catch-all phrase sensory processing disorder (SPD). Among them are three specific subcategories:
The doctor had warned us that even if we did everything right and followed the protocol after the follicle was of the right size, there was no guarantee of success. Fertilization still had to occur, and just like couples do not necessarily become pregnant every month, we had no way to know if we were actually expecting for two full weeks.
The next chapter of the award-winning novel.
Jewish Press columnist Rebbetzin Esther Jungreis, founder and president of Hineni, the international Torah outreach organization, recently addressed an overflowing audience at the Beth Jacob Congregation of Irvine in southern California. Rebbetzin Jungreis’s address theme, “Making a Good Relationship Magical,” was apropos for the evening’s main mission: raising funds for the Irvine community’s mikveh.
You have probably been planning your marriage since you were about three. Let’s fast-forward to a big milestone– your twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. (Don’t worry, you don’t look a day over twenty one!) Now, would you appreciate your husband buying you a dozen roses that some florist recommended?
As I mentioned in my earlier articles about our family trip to Israel, our night flight went pretty smooth, thanks to my children’s willingness to sleep throughout the flight. I, on the other hand, didn’t sleep a wink and I wasn’t feeling too great by the time we landed. But we were finally in Israel, and just being in the beautifully renovated Ben Gurion airport and hearing all the Hebrew around us was exciting enough.
While all the flowers that grace your Shavuos table will surely be a delight to your eye, these will be a delight for your palette as well. Create them at any level, simple or sophisticated; any way you make them they’re sure to be a sensation.
Welcome back to “You’re Asking Me?” where we attempt to answer questions sent in by people who fortunately have fake names, so they won’t be embarrassed. I don’t know how they got through school, though.
Speechless wonder is the reaction to the beautiful vision seen though the Arch of the Keshet Cave at the Adamit Park in the Galilee. One of the most amazing natural wonders in Eretz Yisrael, the Me’arat Hakeshet — also known as the Rainbow Cave or Arch Cave — can be found up against the Israel-Lebanon border just a few kilometers from Rosh Hanikra and the sparkling blue Mediterranean Sea. It is situated amid the wild scenery on the cliffs of Nachal Betzet and Nachal Namer, on the Adamit Ridge.
One of the subjects I was taught as a young child in school was Tefillah. Since we spoke only Ivrit during our Limudei Kodesh and secular Hebrew studies – literature, creative writing and Jewish history – we pretty much understood the words we were davening.
Shortly before Pesach, I received a rather agitated call from a long time reader of The Jewish Press who pleaded with me to write a column regarding what she insisted was the unwarranted high cost of Pesach food – in particular shmurah matzah – and how hard it was for young families to pay what she felt were over-inflated prices in order to keep strictly kosher.
The price of deliberate obliviousness is very high – emotionally, physically, socially, and financially.
How is it possible that a person of seemingly normal intelligence (nowhere does it say he is simple) not have the ability to ask a question – to not react and enquire as to the why of the hustle and bustle around him?
It was one of those cold, rain-soaked evenings – the kind that make you look forward to a hot drink, a good book and a soft couch to curl up on. With those happy thoughts in mind, I proceeded to cross to the other side of the street.
The other day I was shopping at a large supermarket and happened to go down the frozen foods aisle, past the endless freezers containing every imaginable flavor, shape and size of ice cream. I rarely buy. Rather I am like a tourist in a museum – gawking at wondrous objects that I know I can’t take home with me.
He stood his ground despite the intense pressure to do what everyone else was doing. His integrity was more important to him than “fitting in.”
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