Featured Stories

We were walking around the East End of London and we were worn out. By the sun, and by the sense of history

10m read Translated from Danish by the author

"Put that book down!" Mom is yelling from the kitchen, but the only sound I hear is a muffled shriek.

19m read

Yisgadal v'yiskadash, shmei raba. That's his cue. The Mourner's Kaddish. His signal to alert the other guards

13m read

It wasn’t the usual girl behind the counter in the café that day. “What’s happened to Yulia?” Lea asked

25m read Translated from Hebrew by Yaron Regev

From this entire seething adventure, crime, tragic incident (I don’t know how best to identify what happened before my eyes

20m read Translated from Russian by Emilia A. Shrayer and Mira Isabella Shrayer

Each morning in the spring of 1945, from the day the war ended and the trains began bringing them home, her father awakened in the empty house

29m read Translated from Hebrew by Charles S. Kamen

If they were trying to account for their meeting and acquaintance, they could probably have done it with a single statement...

71m read Translated from Yiddish by Barnett Zumoff

In the month when we increase our joy, that time of melting snows, ruined roads and much mud, the Children of Israel...

13m read Translated from Hebrew by Herbert J. Levine and Reena Spicehandler

When I gazed up at my teacher's kind face from my desk in the front row, his bald head always reminded me of a leftover party balloon floating toward the ceiling.

6m read

Although they lived in the same city and saw one another quite often, the need to correspond was so urgent that he sent his daughter letters at least twice a week.

17m read

My grandpa can already walk on his own. He had been practicing for a month and a half using a walker; today was the first time he managed to walk

27m read Translated from Hungarian by Walter Burgess and Marietta Morry

At the gas station they said afterwards: ‘It all began with those two brothers from Wadi Ara who brought that crazy horse to Eitan Russo as a gift.’

18m read Translated from Hebrew by Dalya Bilu

On the third day into the war, the first rocket landed in Beersheva. People equipped themselves

30m read Translated from Hebrew by Anati Bloch

We left it all back there at the airport gate, behind the cage-like bars that separated those who said goodbye from those who left.

15m read

The Russian authorities smashed the keyboard of my piano. Someone was enraged that a Jew would own such

17m read

Of course, he should have taken the elevator.

41m read

Nine days before the bat mitzvah of their daughter Rebecca, what Hannah and David had dreaded most since Rebecca's birth came to pass.

21m read

It is because of Werner Sonderberg that, one fine spring May, I found myself in court, in the bosom of the justice system. Not as a lawyer, as my mother had wished, but as an interested observer.

35m read Translated from French by Catherine Temerson