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Jan 16, 2006 · Therein lies true dialogue. Man asks and God replies. But we don't understand His replies. We cannot understand them. Because they dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die. The real answers, Eliezer, you will find only within yourself. "And why do you pray, Moishe?" I asked him. "I pray to the God within me for the ...
"Why do you cry when you pray?" he asked, as though he knew me well. "I don't know," I answered, troubled. I had never asked myself that question. I cried because because something inside me felt the need to cry. That was all I knew. "Why do you pray?" he asked after a moment. Why did I pray? Strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe?
""Why do you cry when you pray?" he asked, as though he knew me well. "I don't know," I answered, troubled. I had never asked myself that question. I cried because something inside me felt the need to cry. That was all I knew. "Why do you pray?" he asked after a moment." (Wiesel 1-2).
Nov 21, 2023 · and "Why do you cry when you pray?" Wiesel admits he does not know, and this is the start of Moishe the Beadle's endeavors to get Wiesel to think deeper and more complexly about life, the Jewish ...
Nov 7, 2016 · Elie could not answer the reason for why he prayed, nor, why he cried. He had watched me one day as I prayed at dusk. "Why do you cry when you pray?" he asked, as though he. knew me well. "I don't know," I answered, troubled. I had never asked myself that question. I cried because. because something inside me felt the need to cry.
Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky. Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith for ever.
Elie's oldest sisters, Hilda was the oldest. Tzipora. youngest in the family, was seven when she was killed. "... her blond hair neatly combed, her red coat over her arm: a little girl of seven. On her back a bag too heavy for her. She was clenching her teeth; she already knew it was useless to complain.
