In Part I, we followed Hannah’s early life in Nazi Germany: her suffering at the hands of an abusive Nazi father and the traumatic events of wartime Europe.
When eight-year-old Hannah, daughter of a Nazi officer, crouched in the snow as German fighter planes fired on civilian trains, she could never have imagined that 80 years later, she would stand at the Kosel, surrounded by generations of Torah-observant descendants, celebrating her great-grandson’s bar mitzvah. Born into a home ruled by cruelty and darkness, Hannah’s story is one of spiritual resistance and hashgachah pratis.
It had been a heartwarming Shabbos. When my daughter and son-in-law got married last year, the final Sheva Brachos took place over Shabbos. It was an uplifting weekend that allowed us to connect more personally with my son-in-law’s extended family. We shared the first two meals at shul, but Shalosh S’udos was held in the more intimate setting of our home. After Havdalah, joyful singing broke out. But then, suddenly, it stopped. The celebration turned to tears.
Miracles surround us. All day. Every day. We wake up to incredible stories, and we go to sleep hearing even more. We barely process one before another one unfolds.
The chupah was in progress when a red alert siren pierced the air. Guests looked at each other, unsure of what to do. A few people moved quickly. Others hesitated. Most stayed in place, watching the Iron Dome’s interception light up the sky above. Despite the momentary tension, the wedding continued as planned.