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Rescued by the Tufts of Their Hair

Rav Neria opened the door wide, and invited me with a grand gesture of his arm to enter. He welcomed me with a strong handshake. ‘Welcome, Mr. Tzion Tzadok. I have been waiting for you.’

Rambam's Commentary on the Mishna
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Lot’s Daughters
Lot’s Daughters

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When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,

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Lot’s Daughters
Lot’s Daughters

By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o

9/11 Ten Years Later
9/11 Ten Years Later

When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,

9/11
Lot’s Daughters
Lot’s Daughters

By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two o

9/11 Ten Years Later
9/11 Ten Years Later

When the terror attack occurred, Avremel was fifty-five; his friend Ed, a quadriplegic,