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“Everybody around us was weeping. Someone began to recite Kaddish, the prayer for the dead. I don't know whether, during the history of the Jewish people, men have ever before recited Kaddish for themselves.”

Quote by Elie Wiesel

Book:Night
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Night

Night is a harrowing account of the author's survival during the Holocaust, offering a first-hand perspective on the atrocities committed during World War II. more

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Elie Wiesel
Elie Wiesel

A renowned Jewish author and Nobel Peace Prize laureate, Elie Wiesel is known for his profound literary achievements and for recording and spreading the history of the Holocaust as a survivor. His works deeply reveal the terror of the Nazi Holocaust and the universal nature of human suffering. more

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