Why Do Egyptians Hate Us Jews?

Growing up we didn’t have the riches or opportunities that others had but we were jubilance. I never kenned any woefulness because I was protected, like an angel my father guided me. In his eyes I was never wrong, his kindness and word of wisdom made me the young adult I am today. My father wanted to help everyone whether it was finically or emotionally he was there to help. On a rainy day my father was walking me to school when we came upon an eight year boy, he had no jacket or shoes. He was freezing cold, so my father took of his jacket and put in on the little boy shoulders to keep him warm. He asked where his family was only to discover the kid was an orphan. My father took me and the boy back to our house. I was watching my father bathe, clothe, and feed the boy. The boy name was Abdi; he stayed with us and went to school till my father was able to find a good home for him. The kindness that he showed Abdi made me want to help

I walked towards the house, my father opened the door and walked in. I took a step on the squeaky wooden floor and looked around, it was very open and for sure needed to get dusted and wiped clean. I spotted the stairs and went running towards them

At three am in the morning men came into our house. They told us, we had to do as they said. My father and oldest brother refused to abide by these rules and tried to stop these men. Thus, my father and eldest brother were shot and killed. My mother, sister, and I were made to get in the back of a truck while, my other brother was loaded into another. These men had power and control over us and there was nothing we could do to change that without being killed. I would never see my father, or two brothers again after that night. Thus, my mother, sister, and I were sent to a concentration

I never seen my dad or my mom. Somebody told me my mom died to protect me. The master killed her. My dad was sold. I want a family like masters. But master says I is property. I have no freedom. I can’t leave. I can’t see my friends. I am in the fields and they are in the big house. I snuck into the big house once to see them. Master found me. He tied me up and beat me within an inch of my life. He made me go back to work all day and night. I picked cotton until I passed out. When I woke up I was in a wagon and I didn’t know where I was going. I was in heavy shackles. It was hot. I didn’t know what was happening. Now I have a new master. I am at a new big house. I don’t go inside there either. I pick cotton all day. I want to leave and be a free man so that I can do what I want when I

While I was on the boat, my mother asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told her that I didn't know yet, but I would tell her when I did. I tried looking for my older sister and my father, but they were gone. I profusely demanded my mother to tell me where they went and why they left us here. She replied by saying, "They went on ahead, to make sure the area we stayed at was safe and clean for our arrival." I was so proud of what I thought they were doing that I said, "I want to be like father." After I said that, tears ran down her face as she smiled. There truth was, that my sister died of tuberculosis and father died of smallpox and were both thrown into the sea.

In the midst of the conversation we were having, he stopped talking abruptly. I looked around noticing the Master was approaching angrily with a switch. What have I done wrong? Had he been calling for me? He approached me and aggressively began lashing me with the switch. He threw a multitude of questions at me he was almost unintelligible. “Where have you been? What are you doing out here with the likings of him?” He had been drinking of course and here I was to receive the bad end of it. He turned over to the outside slave and began lashing him with more force than he had with me. I made the decision of getting in between them to hinder the amount of pain inflicted on the outside slave, being that this was my fault. Clearly to the dismay of the Master. He had become more furious with me. He grabbed me by the sleeve of my dress, dragging me towards the one of the slave houses. Noticing the familiarity of the situation I had gone blank. I conjectured he’d force himself onto me as he usually would do but he went past the slave houses into a field.No longer being able to recognize what he’d do I began to panic. Nearby was a tree and rope. He stripped me bare, tied me to the tree and began lashing me with the rope. I counted…1, 2.. Until I found myself unusually dizzy. Was I going to die? I thought I’d never find myself here, nor did I think this could

The bright orange sun was scorching, and the slaves were worn out. They were excited for the sun to go down, so they could take the night to cool down. The day seemed to never end, with an owner whipping and yelling at them to stay on their feet at all times. The cotton fields were slimming, but they knew the work wasn't over until they could escape from this place. They had hope for the day they’d been planning for months. It was Jonathan, the slave owner's eldest son, who was secretly the slaves best friends. The day the six slaves arrived on the farm, Jonathan was in charge. He watched them for several weeks, until his father could trust them to stay.

We lived in the ghettos for all of 2 weeks before we were taken to a camp. My family was split up so my mother, my sister, and I were together and my Father was alone. The work camps were terrible they forced us into hard labor my mother and I knew how to sew so we were put into a work group to sew up soldiers uniforms. I ber one day my mother pricked her finger and got blood on one of the uniforms she was beaten by an S.S officer and yelled at continually. If I ever made a mistake or did something wrong my mother would take the beating for me. I objected every time but she would never let anything happen to me. My older sister was not good at sewing but luckily was put near us she helped cook for everyone in the camp. I will always remember the day of the selection my mother was not chosen but I was my mother tried to talk me into believing that getting picked this time was good and that we needed to say goodbye because she was leaving. I knew the truth though. The next day an officer called out the names of the chosen people my name was called. We were told we were going to take a shower. When they stopped us we were in a big room I did not see any shower heads “Gas chamber” I heard someone mumble. I knew my last breath was going to be soon. All at once gaas entered the room coughing came from all around. I said my last goodbye and said a silent Kaddish for myself and the people I was with. I then took my final breath while many

Jews are very hated well I know back in the day they were I don't know about right now I don't care how much you hate someone it isn't right to kill them or do any kind of harm to them. At first I didn't know why they were hated but I did a lot of research on it and got good information. That's very cruel to do such a thing to a religion of people families babies and children even adults. Jewish people are different in their own way their look, how they dress, their language and everything. Jews stand out from everyone else basically. America hates Jews because they are different from everyone else and are a different religion then we are.

There were six fire trucks in my driveway from all different townships. We ended up having to park down the street in my neighbors yard. My dogs were at Kevin’s house for the time being. I noticed my parents were already outside, so I went up to them. The flames were mostly gone by the time I had showed up and they were trying to get things cooled down and cleaned up from all the sludge that had become of it. My grandparents got out to see how everything was going, and then hours later, when the firefighters had declared it safe enough, my family and I went into the house we had all spent ten years of our life in. The house I walked into was one I did not recognize. Everything was out of place and soaking wet from all the water they had to use to put out the fire. Even the items that weren’t burnt were still damaged from either the smoke or all the water. Luckily, my door had been closed to my room, which had saved some things. Unluckily, most of my personal possessions were ruined. My clothes, my journals I had kept up with, and most of the things I held dear to me were gone in a

The texts we have read in class portray many different kinds of forms of imprisonment, and the conditions experienced by the various authors and characters vary immensely. I was particularly intrigued in how the texts showed how men and women were treated differently under the institution of slavery. I chose to focus on two texts: Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl and Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass.

My mom and I ran out to see what all the noise was. We see soldiers. Taking people and dragging them aggressively by the arm. My mind was filled with so many questions that no one could answer. Why are they taking these people? Where are they taking these people? Who are these people taking them? What are they going to do with them? Am I next? Are we next? The lost could go on and on. My mom and I went back inside and locked the doors. But the soldiers broke right through our door. At that moment I had a feeling It wasn’t going to be easy from here and on. I was wondering where my dad was. He had left off to work but I didn't know what they would do to him since he wasn’t with us. But back then I had no idea that morning of January 30th would be the last time I saw my dad. It was the last time. We were then told to pack our stuff and that we only had 10 minutes to do so, but it felt more like 5 mins. I helped my little brothers pack their stuff so I really didn’t have time to pack mine. The soldiers put us on a train along with the others, they didn’t say where they were taking us. I held my smaller brothers tight in my hands. I didn’t know what was going to happen to us, or where they were taking

I’ll do it. I’ll do it for my family. I want to meet new people, see new things. I’m going to head out tonight after they give me my last round of bodies. I’m going to have to wait a bit so i’m not caught on the spot. This is for sure, going to be exciting. Since they picked me to do this job I have no time to really get to know people. I know one of my school friends may be around here somewhere, but I do I know he’s not already dead. You know sometimes these bodies have sat outside so long, or have simply changed or because what they eat I can hardly recognize anyone

The inmate hears the deputy call out his name. A cell door opens and he is asked to step forward where he is shackled at the wrist chains in preparation of being taken to court. The holding cell that the inmates wait in before going to court offer no comfort, are hard and cold. One toilet for all and sometimes an entire agonizing day will go by before your name gets called.

Why am I hated so much when all I try to do is my very best. What a silly gift from God I am. I am not even able to stay in slavery. He shivered and shattered his teeth as the ceiling began dripping upon his bald head. His bald head was because of the traditions of Egypt, that also included the face painting that completed the look of a servant in the palace, but even that began running into is already tattered and dirty palace clothing that he had been given by his master. He sink deeper and deeper into his pity until fastest Leap and hungry because of what food that was occasionally thrown into his dungeon with scarf down by either the other inmates or by the dirty vermin rats that were the size of just one of Pharaohs richly golden vases. Asleep he laid remembering his home, his mother and father waiting for him to come home. He could see both his parents smiling at him while they sat there under the shade of one of the nearby trees. He could see them in his dream just like they were standing where all the food in the dungeon where is usually thrown. And all across the walls of the rat I cave, he could see the wheat fields blowing in the slight