“There was nothing left, you know”, she whispered. “After the Arab Legion captured the Jewish Quarter of Jerusalem where she lived, everything was destroyed. Everything. It was a miracle that the cello survived. And then for nineteen years the Arabs would not let any Jew come home. No one to visit her grave.” She faltered. “Or my father’s.” “Elsa knew you would want her letters.” “All my life I have longed for some word from my mother. All…no matter how wonderful others may be…” She touched her hand to her heart. “I never stopped wishing for her! Sometimes in the music I heard her voice. In the music I thought I could almost feel her holding me.” Tikvah brushed away her tears and shrugged, embarrassed by her emotion.
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This is an excerpt from the book JERUSALEM INTERLUDE by Bodie Thoene, book 4 in the Zion Covenant series by Bodie & Brock Thoene. Opening in 1936, the Zion Covenant series tells the courageous and compelling stories of those who risk everything to stand against the growing tide of Nazi terrorism that is sweeping through central Europe under the dangerous and deceitful guise of Hitler’s Third Reich.
I love this series that lays out in graphic detail the poignancy and plight of a genocide, which we hardly ever really comprehend.
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