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Rabbi Pesach Lieberman reverently laid the matzo on the makeshift bench. Passover had always been the holiday closest to his heart. Possibly it was because his given name Pesach meant “Passover” in Hebrew or maybe it was because he had never forgotten the old days when he and his brothers, sisters and parents used to cluster around a glittering festival laden table, old and young converging together to celebrate a three thousand year old miracle.Today’s celebration, however, was goi...
Hell. It’s a real place. And its not what you think it may be. When we think of hell we think of fire and brimstone, demons and ghosts. But sometimes hell can be your family. Well that was the case for me anyway.Whenever holidays came around, I got a huge sense of dread, as the impending apocalypse that is Christmas, knocked on our doors. Most families put up trees or send their loved ones a card. Food gets made and presents get wrapped. Extended family come to stay and school ends. Its all an amazing time. ...
Pinky was boarding the flight. She was flying for the first time. She was going abroad for her higher studies. It was a dream come true, made possible for her, by Aunty Chandni. “My God! What a great woman”! She thought. A lady kicked and tossed by her destiny and yet stood up firmly and magnificently! All those who rebuked her, now looked at her awestruck, that too with dignity and respect. She had rightly commented ‘if a person is successful, his /her past blemishes are simply wiped out. So, don’t bother about mockery or rebukes....
"Beep. The number you have dialed is not answering. Please try again later."Please try again later.Please try again later.Please try again later.Aria tasted the beginnings of burnt rage on the tip of her tongue. Beginnings and endings and the charred remains of an addictive flavor that was trailing the back of her throat, insistent on-"Aria?"Aria blinked. The taste receded. Her soul was no longer burnt, but in a pool of cool, refreshing water. Aria inhaled deepl...
“The Lilacs” had gone through stages, since it first opened in the 1950s, of being called a Guest House (the first owner, Mrs Branson, had been quite determined it would never be anything so common as a Boarding House) and a Private Hotel, a Guest House again, and then simply a Hotel. Now, technically, it wasn’t classed as anything. The sign, already slightly faded by the harsh wind that blew in from the North Sea, but still pretty, with a picture of a lilac tree on it, just said The Lilacs and officially ...
“Is anyone allergic to pumpkin?” Miri called from the kitchen. “Pumpkin?” Axel asked, looking up from his Town and Country. “Is that even an allergy?” “Anything can be an allergy. Like how I’m allergic to you,” Timber quipped to Axel. Miri laughed as the grown men knocked each other to the floor, tussling as Canaan shouted over their grunts. Hollers of “100 points! 100 points to the redhead!” floated from the living room to the kitchen. “You’re the redhead!” Timber yelled to C...
Chosen Family “Ezekiel, there’s no logical reason to use this family or this baby in this situation. No reason at all. This should not be a chosen family, and what could this child do or not do!”Ezekiel sat three feet above Corinth behind a glass desk placed on platform. He held a feather quill made from one of his own feathers. He c...
41236Fafnir [13:30]: Happy thanksgiving everyone. Enjoy your uncomfortable family reunions and screaming arguments. Bjid [13:33]: My younger sister and my grandfather are already arguing about Trump.KRS [13:36]: That’s four years in a row now. You’d think they’d realize it’s a pointless conversation.41236Fafnir [13:36]: Didn’t they start throwing food at each other last year?Bjid [13:45]: Yup. We aren’t even at the dinner table yet and it’s already a nightmare. How about you guys?41236Fafnir [13:48...
Once there was a small family of five people living in a small town named Jeorge in the laps of Alps. The head of the family Rex was a small Govt servant and his better half Levy was house wife. His three son's were Ran, Dan and San. The family use to have very hard times because of meagre income but somehow family was pulling on. The Rex was working in a security dept of the state Govt so he was busy 24×7hrs a week means no holidays. So his pretty wife Levy had to carry out most of the family activities with the coordination of her three...
DINNER WITH BTS It was on a Monday evening, the sky shone brightly as the sun went down. The breeze was so cool and the neighbourhood was silent. My family of three, my father, mother, and I sat at dinner, it was a pleasant meal consisting of chicken biryani, apple juice, tandoori chicken, lamb kebab, spiced veggie burgers, dal, roti and palak paneer. It was my final meal with my parents before moving to London to study law. My father spoke to m...
A moment to cherish Samina JonesA thirty year old single mother; she was devastated when her husband of three years served her a divorce notice. Sami, as her friends called her, learnt to pick...
Hattie stared at her sewing blankly. It stood out at odds and ends, and heavens it wasn’t the best, and Hattie knew it. She held the red string in her hand, swinging the needle tied to it back and forth. “Hattie, dear, your stitching is, well…” Miss Maple trailed of as Hattie glared at her as she continued to swing the needle back and forth, back and forth. &nb...
As soon as I walk in the door, I'm surrounded by children, all running in circles, giggling, throwing tissue paper at each other in manic delight. "Emily?" I call out, peering around the spacious lounge, which seems utterly devoid of any proper adult supervision.My sister's head pops around the corner of the kitchen, and she smiles at me. "Taylor, hey! I thought you said you weren't goin...
Author’s Note I am not Italian "I am not Italian. Sometimes I wish I were,” Feliz said. We were sitting at a poker table in a back area of the Sideline Bar of the Royal Sands Resort in Cancun. It was 5pm and the bar was empty except for a couple of waiters. Wh...
The clock dings with a soft bird chirp when the hour hand points to twelve. I didn’t know time passed this quickly as I sit with my band members chatting and eating sushi. After successfully finishing the performance in the California Stadium, we were all drenched in sweat. So we crashed Von's house to disappear from the public and have our private time together on the last day of December.
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