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Kathleen Kardon. | Certified Educator. Share Cite. In Elie Wiesel 's Night, Elie cries whenever he prays. One day Moshe the Beadle, who is Elie's self appointed cabbala (Jewish mysticism)...
Why, do you suppose, Wiesel cries when he prays? I suppose Wiesel cries as he prays because he is pouring everything in him into those lines and is devoting his present self to God. Describe Wiesel's opinion of his fellow Sighet citizens.
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Jul 7, 2016 · “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?
An endless road. Letting oneself be pushed by the mob; letting oneself be dragged along by a blind destiny. When the SS became tired, they were changed. But no one changed us. Our limbs numb with cold despite the running, our throats parched, famished, breathless, on we went. We were masters of nature, masters of the world.
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My parents ran a store. Hilda and Bea helped with the work. As for me, my place was in the house of study, or so they said. “There are no Kabbalists in Sighet,” my father would often tell me. He wanted to drive the idea of studying Kabbalah from my mind. In vain. I succeeded on my own in finding a master for myself in the person of Moishe the Beadl...
SPRING 1944. Splendid news from the Russian Front. There could no longer be any doubt: Germany would be defeated. It was only a matter of time, months or weeks, perhaps. The trees were in bloom. It was a year like so many others, with its spring, its engagements, its weddings, and its births. The people were saying, “The Red Army is advancing with ...
My father’s voice tore me from my daydreams: “What a shame, a shame that you did not go with your mother…I saw many children your age go with their mothers…” His voice was terribly sad. I understood that he did not wish to see what they would do to me. He did not wish to see his only son go up in flames. My forehead was covered with cold sweat. Sti...
I listened as the inmate’s voice rose; it was powerful yet broken, amid the weeping, the sobbing, the sighing of the entire “congregation”: “All the earth and universe are God’s!” He kept pausing, as though he lacked the strength to uncover the meaning beneath the text. The melody was stifled in his throat. And I, the former mystic, was thinking: Y...
YOM KIPPUR. The Day of Atonement. Should we fast? The question was hotly debated. To fast could mean a more certain, more rapid death. In this place, we were always fasting. It was Yom Kippur year-round. But there were those who said we should fast, precisely because it was dangerous to do so. We needed to show God that even here, locked in hell, w...
"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… “I don’t know,” I answered… “Why do you pray?” he asked after a moment. Why did I pray? Strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe?...
