This week’s 100 Word Challenge is inspired by our Judaism studies this week. How will you interpret this week’s prompt? Will you describe a peaceful Shabbat dinner? Or explain how Jewish people celebrate their ‘day of rest’?
I can’t wait to read them and share them in class!
Miss T
It was FINALLY the day of rest. Late Friday and all I had to do was nothing! We had our lights automatically turning on and off and slip on shoes so we didn’t need to tie our shoe laces. The best day from Monday to Sunday had just arrived. All we had to do now is turn on the television and sit down and watch it for a bit before eating a lovely meal. Mum is a brilliant cook and of course she made us an amazing meal yet again. This is my 532nd day of rest in my life.
Hiding is scary, especially when you are hiding from the Nazis. Everything changed in a blink of a single eye, now I cannot go out for who knows how long? It annoys me, but it’s the way it has to be. Even though we are in serious danger, it doesn’t stop us from having Shabbat. Shabbat is a time on a Friday to relax and spend time with your family. With all the worries and problems on our minds at this time, it’s a good time to forget it. Hiding is scary, especially when you are hiding from the Nazis.
As I am writing this, my mum is STILL in bed, listening to the archers. This is because it is Mother’s Day and that means that everyone in my house are her personal slaves. I think weekends should always be days of rest but here I am, doing all my homework just about to make her a cake. But I will put up with it because it is only once a year that this happens and because I like licking the bowl when I put the cake in the oven. I only have 7 words to go so my day of rest will start soon.
I woke up on a Sunday morning thinking I could just lie in and go to sleep again because it was a Sunday and it was my day of rest. But I hadn’t realised what an important day it was for me. Finally I was bothered to get up and have some breakfast. I came into the kitchen and I stroked my cat and for me it was was a plain, ordinary day. But then I heard the post box rattle, I went upstairs and there in front of me was a letter. The letter for my future. It wasn’t a day of rest for me.
Sorry a little over 100
shabbat dinner is the main meal of the week [ and a festive one at that ] in jewish households in .Israel and around the world is the Friday night dinner.
The Jewish people celebrate their day of rest in a family time.
I am standing here in the gas chamber, wondering why God decided to make such people like the Nazis. They have already put me in this labour camp and now have whisked me off to face my death.
Yesterday, Saturday, I had refused to work, even when the hateful Nazi slapped and bit me until I bled so badly that I wanted to die. I had not worked because the Torah said that today I must rest and no matter the consequences that is what I meant to do.
But the consequences were dreadful, God had not heard my prayers.
“Edith Bertstein, step forward.” That is my name, goodbye unfaithful world.
Finally, it was Sunday. I could stop being Mary Poppins and the children’s mother could take care of them. No laundry to do, no shirts to iron and no pesky kids! I called up my friend and we went out, we ate street food, went to the cinema and most importantly, we went shopping! We came home exhausted. I whipped out the nail varnish, she whipped out face masks and together, we relaxed. I took a short nap and after what seemed like a few hours, my alarm clock went off. It was Monday; my day of rest was over.
Usually i am always very optimistic, but in these times no matter how hard i try there is no sign of happiness. Only worries . My pajamas our so itchy , arghh i wish i could get back in to my normal clothes. Everyone keeps on going in to these strange little boxes that look rather like showers , yet no one ever comes out of them. i look down at my hands to see blisters and enormous slits in my skin with dried blood laying in them. Even if any of us move the soldiers will shoot, thats how i lost my big brother he was and always will be my hero. I miss our Friday night dinners when all our family would gather together for the end of the week but know the soldiers are taking me to the showers this my be the end of me.
I really need a resting day, a day of relaxation, a day of peace and a day of nothing. A day where I can sit back relax and play Zelda breath of the wild for five hours, just like I did this Sunday afternoon.
Resting day please come along quickly and rapidly. As I write this I feel I need to rest, my fingers are hurting and my arms are aching. I really want a biscuit with milk. Is that too much to ask for? Apparently yes, according to my parents. Three more days till my resting day. Can’t wait.
Friday night. My favorite day of the week. It’s almost ironic that I have to stay here, in this dusty wasteland they call Auschwitz. It has been 6 weeks since I arrived here. Everyone around me was crying, but I wasn’t. I didn’t understand. I couldn’t understand. Then someone told me, and all my dreams came crashing down. I came here, on that hot, Friday afternoon, and it was there I sat every Shabbat till now. I can see some blurry figures on the horizon. One pulls out a black gun.
CRACK!
A day of rest.