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From afar Shragi saw the vehicle growing smaller in the distance. He recognized Yehudis’s school bus and knew it was already twenty to eight. Within twenty minutes, he decided, he had to be on the 400 bus that would take him back to yeshivah. He didn’t want to be late to seder; it was enough he had missed davening in yeshivah.

He went up in the elevator and knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open wide. “Hello!” he called into the house.

His father greeted him in the kitchen. “Hello, Reb Shraga. Getting ready to leave?”

Shragi smiled. “That’s right, Abba. I want to be on the next bus.”

Gershon Ostfeld stood up. “Come, I’ll drive you to Rabi Akiva Street.”

“Oh, thanks, Abba! I hope it’s not too much trouble.”

“Trouble? For you, my dear son, it’s not a problem at all.”

Shragi hurried to his room and found that the carry-on he had arrived with yesterday was already packed up.

“Thanks a lot, Ima,” he said, smiling at his mother who walked in at that moment. “I see you packed my things for me.” He picked up the bag with his left hand and slid his tefillin bag into it.

“You’re leaving now?”

“Yes, Abba’s taking me to the bus stop.”

She stopped him near the door. “Shragi, just remember that the other side is waiting for us to get back to them. We spoke yesterday. I heard your concerns. That’s fine. But what do you want me to tell Rabbi Minzer? We can’t keep them waiting too long for an answer; it’s really not nice to the other side. You have to decide, one way or another.” She looked directly at him, waiting for his answer.

“I’ll tell you the truth, Ima: I really don’t know.” He smiled, but there was something in that smile that she could not decipher. “I had planned to think about it last night, but I was so tired that I fell asleep the second my head touched the pillow. I’ll think about it on the bus to Yerushalayim, and I’ll try to give you an answer by this evening. Is that okay?”

Chani acquiesced. “Okay, Shragi, this evening is reasonable. You’ve heard my opinion, you saw what you saw, and now, all you have to do is make the decision.”

“All I have to do…” he echoed her words. “Just the decision…” Keep Reading…

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“Hello, I’m Diana, from England,” Diana said as she walked inside, realizing that no invitation would be forthcoming, and if she wouldn’t take the step herself, she would find herself facing a closed door. “I’m here on business. I passed by downstairs and came across a serious fight between a group of children on the street and this girl. I understand she lives here.”

The woman nodded solemnly and her eyes narrowed into two slits.

“If I wouldn’t have saved her in time, she would have become a victim of their violence,” Diana said respectfully, hoping that such a tone would penetrate the woman’s obvious disinterest.

“As usual, it’s always her,” the woman groused. “I’m sick and tired of these stories.”

“You have to watch her more closely!” Diana said. “She’s your responsibility!”

The woman laughed; it was a hollow sound that matched the hollow look in her eyes. “I really don’t know if she’s my responsibility. My brother joined the Underground during the war and he somehow got a hold of this girl and gave her to us to care for, in exchange for money. She was a two-year-old baby at the time. My brother was killed by the Germans right at the end of the war, and since the Nazis left, the Underground courier who used to come regularly with the money hasn’t come. I’ve only kept her here out of the goodness of my heart; otherwise, I would have long thrown her into the street.”

Diana gaped. “You have to give her back to Jews,” she finally said. “She belongs to them. I’m sure that there’s someone there who looks after the lost children!”

The woman began to protest tiredly. “I have no time to find out exactly where to take her. I’m busy enough taking care of my baby and my house. In any case, although I would want to get her out of here, I don’t want to give her to the Jews. I think that a good Christian institution would make something more worthwhile out of her.”

The British woman was stunned. “No! You mustn’t!” she cried. “If she’s a Jew, she must be returned to her people. You can’t do that!”

“If she’s so important to the Jews, let them find her. I won’t run after them. But I think that next week, I’m going to send her away from here. I have a friend who works at the La Mercion convent in Brussels. I believe that if I write to her about the child, they’ll come and take her within a few days, and I’ll probably even get a nice sum of money for her.”

“You won’t do it!” Diana grasped the girl’s wrist tightly. “I’m taking her with me now. There’s a Jewish institution not far from here, in the city center. I’m going to bring her there!” Keep reading…

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“Of course I know the family! My younger sister—you remember Dina’le, with the braids, don’t you? Today she doesn’t have braids, of course, and her married name is Zingerevitz, and she lives there, a few buildings away from Rambam Street. And the Ostfelds live next door to her!”

“Nu, so what can you tell me about them?” Out of the corner of her eye, Minna saw her husband’s car pull up a few feet from the bench, arriving a bit earlier than she had anticipated.  “I mean, we’ve heard what kind of family they are, more or less. What I need to know is about the atmosphere at home, despite everything.”

“They say it’s not hereditary,” Chaya hurried to assert.

Minna laughed. “Sure, if they are bringing up their children in the ways of traditional Yiddishkeit, then it’s not hereditary at all. My question is how they are raising the children and if the past—and the present—don’t influence the atmosphere at home. After all, a father who is a university lecturer … you know what I mean …”

“Of course I understand,” Chaya said, nodding solemnly. “But you should know that the—how did you put it? The present and the past? What a nice way to say it. It doesn’t have a negative influence at all. My sister told me that that house has so much joie-de-vivre, such a positive energy. The mother is a special woman, and the father is also wonderful. So what if he’s a university lecturer? It doesn’t prevent him from dealing with life’s challenges. By the way, I think he is a regular member of the Daf Yomi shiur that my brother-in-law organizes. He is also a very refined person. I’ve seen him a few times walking with the girl.”

“The one in high school?”

“Come on! If I say the girl, then of course I mean the little one.”

“Yes, you’re right. You wouldn’t have called a high-schooler a girl,” Minna agreed with a smile, and motioned for her husband to wait a moment.

“…So I overheard what they were talking about. He was explaining a concept in the parshah, and he clarified it all so clearly and to the point. It was such a heartwarming scene.”

Minna rose to greet Shimon, who had gotten out of the car to open the trunk for the groceries. “Chaya, I have no words to thank you! You’ve been so helpful!”

“Should I help you with this as well?” Chaya asked as she bent over her friend’s bags.

“No thanks, my husband will help me with that.”

“Wonderful. So take care, Minna. If the boy is a good boy—take him. You have nothing to be afraid of as far as problems. The family has their emotional health and that’s what counts!” Chaya called as she walked off. Minna hurried to put the last bag into the trunk and then settled herself into the front seat.

“A friend of yours?” Shimon asked. Keep Reading…

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“They simply couldn’t stop praising her, you hear? It sounds good from all aspects: a great girl, smart, with excellent middos and a golden heart. There’s only one thing that bothers me and that is that she is very quiet. Perhaps it’s not so suitable.”

Shragi smiled. “What does quiet mean?” he asked, setting his empty dessert plate down on the table. “Is it something extreme?”

The conversation was taking place on Friday night, after the seudah. Abba had gone to bed, exhausted from the long week. Simi was putting Yitzy and Yehudis to sleep and her voice could be heard in the background as mother and son conversed.

“It doesn’t seem to be,” Chani replied. “Look, I spoke to a few of her friends and the picture that I get is this: she almost never speaks up in class, but before tests she can lecture about the material in front of a whole group. I told you that they said she’s very capable. From one good friend—someone Gross—I heard that in small groups of two or three girls, she is very open and friendly.”

Shragi nodded, suppressing a yawn. “I know such boys from yeshivah; they prefer to open up socially only in small groups of people, but they get lost in large groups.”

“The question is if that is suitable for you.”

Shragi stood up and took a bentcher from the cupboard. “I want to make one more inquiry about the father. I have a few friends in Kesser Shmuel. You said he has some type of shteller there?”

Chani nodded. “On Motza’ei Shabbos I’ll look for the note with the details. Rabbi Kilman mentioned exactly where and what, but don’t expect me to remember the specifics. It was something with two words.”

“A maggid shiur?”

“No.”

“Mashgiach katan?”

“I don’t think so.”

Shragi squinted in concentration. “What else could it be … a sho’el u’meishiv?” Keep Reading…

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Brussels, Belgium

Dan was surprised to hear his mother’s footsteps.

“Mama, you’re home?” he asked even before he saw her woolly slippers. “I thought you are supposed to be at the committee dinner now!” His mother was a member of the European Women’s Organization for the Jews of Israel. “Is everything okay? I hope you didn’t catch the virus from me…”

If not for the silly virus that he had contracted, at the busiest time—the end of the semester—he would have been at the university instead of bundled up under two blankets and sipping countless cups of Chinese herbal tea that his devoted mother prepared for him. At least today he was feeling a bit better.

“You’re right. I lost track of the time!” his mother exclaimed. He suddenly noticed the bunch of pages she was clutching in her hand. “I received something in the mail today and was totally engrossed reading it. I really have to leave.”

“Engrossed in reading? Is it something interesting at least?”

“Very. But I’m not finished yet. When I finish I will give it to you. Are you bored?”

“Very.” He ran his fingers on the smooth mahogany buffet. “And I feel much better. I hope I’ll be able to go back to school tomorrow.”

She looked at him sternly. “Dan, what are you talking about? I think you have to stay home until the end of the week, at least. If you go back to your routine too quickly, your body will become very weak.”

“And maybe it’s just that you want me at home?” Dan asked with a sly smile. “Fine. Let’s see how I feel tomorrow.”

“Meanwhile, if you’re bored, you can take this.” His mother proffered the open envelope that was on top of the sheaf of papers in her hand.

“What is that?”

“A letter from Anne.”

“What does she say?”

“Oh, she talks about the children, work, the usual. According to the date, we’ve spoken at least three times on the phone since this was mailed, so I know everything that’s written here. She also sent some photos of the children, mainly of Yehudis and Yitzy.”

“What about Shragi?”

“Read. There’s nothing special here except for the fact that he’s doing very well in yeshivah and they hope to marry him off soon.”

Dan drew the pictures out of the envelope. “How old is he? Twenty-three?”

“Almost, old uncle that you are. And I must say that if twenty-three seems too young for you, thirty-one-and-a-half is just a tad too old for me.” Keep Reading…

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Chani’s coffee cup was almost empty, yet she continued—absently—to stir the dregs of the pale liquid.

The slamming of the door shook her out of her tranquil musings.

“Simi?” she called out. Simi was the only one who could be coming in now. Yitzi and Yehudis, usually the first ones to come in, were home already. Shragi was in yeshivah, and Gershon wasn’t expected home for some time yet.

Yes, it was Simi. The tall girl entered the dining room, and the creases that wreathed her forehead indicated that she was angry. Furious, actually.

“Hi, Ima, what’s doing?”

“Everything’s fine, baruch Hashem.” Chani smiled, and then her gaze followed her daughter’s black bag, which had been flung onto the chair with a bang. “What’s doing by you? How did you manage the extra history lesson?”

“Oh, that? It was fine. My hand still hurts from writing so much, but aside from that, it was fine. Interesting, actually.”

“But…?” Chani probed gently.

“Tell me, Ima, are there people who are just born without tact, or does it get lost somewhere in life?”

“What?”

Simi slumped down onto the sofa, looking at her mother. “I met someone who got me very angry. I don’t remember the last time I got so angry at someone.”

“And what did you do?” Chani asked quietly, motioning for her daughter to lower her voice as well. Faigy, one of the girls who volunteered to work with Yehudis, was in the house. True, the room she and Yehudis were working in was on the other side of the apartment, but loud voices would probably still carry.

“I was quiet, of course. I didn’t see any point in answering her, and believe me, even if I would have wanted to, I don’t know if I would have found the words to express myself.” Simi passed a hand over her forehead tiredly. Keep Reading…

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Two o’clock p.m. The ringing phone cut into the baby’s loud wails.

“Hello? Is this the Cohen residence? Is Chagit home? Thank you.”

The man who had answered the phone covered the mouthpiece with his hand. “Chagit, telephone.”

The young woman hurried to the phone.

“Hello, Chagit? This is Mrs. Ostfeld. Remember me? We spoke two days ago, about the Feder girl.”

“Yes, of course,” Chagit replied as she jiggled the baby in her arms.

A moment’s silence.

“So, like this… We, uh, heard some very good things, and I appreciate the effort, but it’s not for us.”

“Oh…” Chagit was disappointed. “I understand. Oh, well. If I have any other ideas I’ll be in touch.”

The conversation ended.

“Is everything okay, Chagit?” her husband asked.

“Not at all. They’re not interested. How do people do this?” Chagit was irritated. She was sure that this time, her idea had been right on the mark! This mother thought far too highly of herself. So what if she had a top boy? Had she forgotten her background?

“Don’t take it to heart, Chagit. I warned you that it’s very hard to get past the inquiries stage with them. The Ostfelds are very thorough, and it’s their right. Shragi really is a star!”

“These descriptions get on my nerves,” Chagit whispered. The baby had finally fallen asleep. “How is it possible that all the twenty-one-year-old-plus bachurim in yeshivos suddenly become terrific lamdanim, have hearts of gold, and of course there isn’t a single fat one among them? They’re all just ‘full’. And they are so full of themselves… And their mothers? Forget it! Well,” she laughed bitterly, “if they’re all such stars, then they have all the reason in the world to feel like they’re in the sky!” Keep Reading…

Shragy Ostfeld is the son every mother dreams of having. He’s a top learner, a baal middos, and has a wonderful personality—an all-around great catch. His sister Simi is convinced that he needs the most perfect, most talented girl for a wife. No Plain Jane will do for her brother!

What happens when Menuchi Feder, whose very essence denotes plainness and simplicity, ends up marrying Shragy? Is she condemned to feeling inferior to her outgoing and capable sister-in-law her entire life?

Meanwhile, Chani Ostfeld, Shragy and Simi’s mother, has a load of her own on her shoulders. Intent on saving her little brother’s soul from a horrifying destruction, she pours all her energy into her mission at hand. How can she know that salvation will come from the most unlikely source…?

It takes a lot of soul-searching, powerful internal struggles, and some unexpected and dramatic connections from the past for the Ostfelds to learn how to reshuffle family dynamics—and find their real standing amongst each other.

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If not for the rag that wiped the dust off each Thursday, the cover of the keyboard that Abba and Ima Cohen had bought Rafi for his eleventh birthday would have been completely gray with dust. No one had touched it for the past year.

A light evening breeze blew through the open window as Rafi entered the empty room, placing his suit and hat on the bed. This was the same bed that had warmly accepted him at age nine, and although more than seven years had passed, there was nothing that could compare to its comfort. Ima had been saying for years that they had to replace the bed, but Rafi thought it was needless. In the dorm rooms where he sometimes rested in the afternoon, there were much newer beds, but there was something about sleeping at home each night. He did not know how he would give it up next year, when he would be dorming in a different city.

Perhaps it was strange that a sixteen-year-old boy still needed the security and protection that only a home could provide, but that’s the way he was. Nava said that it was very normal, and that everyone finds it hard to get used to full-fledged dorm life at first. Ima said that it might be more pronounced with him because of what he had lacked in the past, and Abba said they would ask Reb Shlomo if he thought they should apply to a local yeshivah gedolah in Yerushalayim, or if he should go to a different city. Abba claimed that a dormitory was very good for the maturing process.

Did he still need to become more mature? Apparently. If he was able to miss the feeling of the keyboard keys under his dancing fingers, then he probably was still quite babyish.

True, it had been a whole year already—or a year and a day to be exact—since the last night that he had played. But it had been the year of mourning for his mother, not a voluntary abstention. Keep Reading…