Nothing Special   »   [go: up one dir, main page]
Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    From $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Ari and the Dybbuk
    Ari and the Dybbuk
    Ari and the Dybbuk
    Ebook141 pages1 hour

    Ari and the Dybbuk

    By Z.D. Jacobs

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    When he emigrated from Russia to Israel, Ari had no idea that he was about to make history. What concerned him was a fear of the unknown, and what happens may haunt him forever.

    Based on historical facts, Aris adventures find him confronting bullies, an evil-possessed Nazi soldier, and warring neighbors.

    Ari tries to help each situation, but the Dybbuk (in Jewish folklore, a malevolent wandering spirit that enters and possesses the body of a living person until exorcized) finds its way into Aris mind. What follows becomes a conflict between good and evil. Who will prevail?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJan 16, 2012
    ISBN9781468536706
    Ari and the Dybbuk
    Author

    Z.D. Jacobs

    I am the daughter of Russian immigrants and a retired teacher with over ten years experience working with young children. I have owned and directed a day camp for five to twelve year olds. Currently, I have a published collection of short stories and poems called, Wayfarer. Additional works of mine have been published in the Miami Herald and Palm Beach Post. At present, I reside in Palm Beach Florida.

    Related to Ari and the Dybbuk

    Related ebooks

    Children's For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • UNLIMITED

      Hang Out With

      Jan 20, 2020

      Hang Out With
      4 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Lucky Were the Bodies

      May 3, 2022

      Lucky Were the Bodies
      8 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Hiro’s Festival (Children’s Story)

      Aug 10, 2022

      Hiro’s father was village headman. He was the best farmer—his radishes and cabbages were enormous, his paddy produced unequaled yields of rice. Little Hiro would follow his father through the fields as he worked, stopping only to admire a dragonfly p

      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Moving

      Oct 1, 2021

      Moving
      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      “Really?”

      Jun 2, 2022

      “Really?”
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      In The Desert, I Find My Way

      Dec 30, 2020

      Three years after the Six-Day War, I joined other foreigners at a program in Israel’s Negev, hoping to prove my independence.

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      3 Things For The Future

      Nov 6, 2017

      3 Things For The Future
      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The Parent Trap

      Jun 25, 2022

      IF MY LIFE GOES as planned (something it rarely does), my wife and I will have just returned from Alaska when this magazine hits newsstands. I have avoided Alaska for 61 years, there being no compelling reason to go there. But now my younger son, Sam

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Swimming with Riba

      May 23, 2022

      Swimming with Riba
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Where I Learned to Weave

      Dec 26, 2017

      Where I Learned to Weave
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      BOOK EXCERPT: Modern Jungles

      Mar 2, 2021

      BOOK EXCERPT: Modern Jungles
      8 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Making The Connection

      Aug 11, 2023

      “My husband was attracted by a photo in a brochure which showed a long table, complete with white linen, candles and wine glasses, in the middle of the African wilderness, set up for fine dining under the stars. Because of my love for photography and

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      A Discarded Shirt

      Mar 14, 2022

      A Discarded Shirt
      9 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Planof Action

      Oct 5, 2021

      Planof Action
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      PERSPECTIVE: “I’m An Aboriginal Woman. I Write For My People To Feel Empowered”

      Jan 12, 2020

      “i come from a long line of storytellers. My mother was a great storyteller, and I had aunts and uncles who would put Whoopi Goldberg and Robin Williams to shame. I was the last of that generation to grow up at the feet of people who still told the o

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      On Language And Mourning

      Jul 1, 2019

      Two months before my grandfather died, he asked me to read him a poem of mine. We were at Summa Hospital. In some room. I did not want to read him a poem—because my grandfather was well read. Because he loved poetry. Because, as a child, he did not l

      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Little House

      Jun 5, 2023

      On Monday nights our mother made popcorn and served it to us in mugs with milk poured over. My younger sister and I carried our mugs into the family room and ate the popcorn with spoons, like cereal. We were five and seven. Until we were allowed to s

      21 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      In Conversation With ELEANOR SHEARER

      Jan 5, 2023

      As the granddaughter of immigrants who came to England with the Windrush generation, Eleanor Shearer was drawn to Caribbean history, and studied the legacy of slavery for her Masters in Politics at the University of Oxford. Her debut novel, River Sin

      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Meet Aseel Tayah

      Dec 2, 2021

      Meet Aseel Tayah
      8 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Songs In The Key Of Life

      Dec 4, 2023

      They were two couples, lifelong friends. The wife of one had been dead a few months and the husband of the other had just died, and now they sat together at her dining room table. She asked for advice about the death notice; he had firm ideas about w

      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The July War

      Sep 8, 2020

      In summer, our neighborhood quiets in phases. The quieting begins in May. Schools give their older kids, the seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds, a month off to prepare for the baccalaureate exams. Following a ritual as old as our parents, the students

      21 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Plan of ACTION

      Oct 3, 2023

      Plan of ACTION
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Echos Of Our Lost Home In Gaza

      Mar 21, 2024

      "On learning that Israeli bombs turned my four-generation home to rubble, a storm of rage brewed within. The bombs destroyed not just our land, but also our hopes and memories."

      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Swisher Sweets

      May 1, 2022

      Swisher Sweets
      17 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Ari and the Dybbuk

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Ari and the Dybbuk - Z.D. Jacobs

      SYNOPSIS

      When he emigrated from Russia to Israel, Ari had no idea he was about to make history. Hopeful, yet burdened by a fear of the unknown, Ari and his parents make the journey to Deganya Aleph, a kibbutz located along the Palestinian border where they begin their new life. Despite the family’s enthusiasm and effort to become contributing members of their new community, not everyone in the village is welcoming. Ari must contend with being targeted by a bully named Zack and the strange behavior of a frail, old man named Hermann, whose ailing, weak body is inhabited by an evil dybbuk. Eventually, with help from his new friend, Dov, Ari adjusts to life on the kibbutz. The boys spend much of their free time together, mostly practicing and playing their favorite sport, basketball.

      Unfortunately, this peaceful existence is short-lived. Little by little, the Palestinian neighbors’ stone-throwing threats escalate into greater violence. The attacks result in lives being lost on both sides of the border. During this time, Ari inadvertently discovers and then helps a lost six-year-old Arab boy named Mahmoud. He also has the misfortune of being tricked into becoming the dybbuk’s new host. Meanwhile, the regional conflict culminates with a Syrian tank headed towards Deganya Aleph kibbutz, and Ari is faced with stopping it. Though he succeeds, he questions whether he did the right thing. Once both Israeli and Palestinian leaders learn of Ari’s heroic efforts, they decide to join together to discuss the possibility of tentative peace.

      Ari and the Dybbuk is based on historical fact.

      galileemp-010612.jpg

      Deganya is located near the southwest corner of Kinneret.

      Deganya Aleph,

      the First Kibbutz

      Noooo… ! Ari screamed. It was no ordinary scream. It was like the howl of a wild beast. The boy’s small body shook and his heart pounded so hard he could barely catch his breath. He wiped the beads of sweat rolling off his forehead with the back of his hand. His legs shook uncontrollably and shivers ran up and down his spine. He pushed himself up in bed and forced his eyes to open. When the fog of sleep wore off, he looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. What am I doing here? Then he noticed the many unoccupied cots lined up alongside his. Oh, I remember now. We were sent to this camp when we arrived in Haifa. But why am I still shaking? Suddenly, it all came back. His horrible dream!

      The nightmare replayed itself in his mind. Once again he was running away from whatever was chasing him. As he ran, he became aware of the loud screams, angry sounds and footsteps at his heels. He tried running faster, but his legs felt like heavy logs. Running on the pebbled path became impossible. He stopped, frozen with fear at the sight of the bloody arm of a monster reaching out to grab him. Closer and closer it came! Ari squeezed his eyes shut…

      Unable to move, the frightened boy rubbed his eyes, trying to erase the visions of horror that still held fast in his memory. He shook his head as if to clear the nightmare, but the terror clung to him. Though the room was hot and sticky, he felt a chill. Wrapping the blanket tightly around his shoulders, Ari, bleary eyed, stumbled out of bed onto his feet, still bewildered. His mother walked into his room. Ari raised his eyes to meet hers. Her face, normally serene, was stern.

      Ari, I thought you would have been dressed by now. They have been serving breakfast for more than an hour, she said with tense lips. You must eat before we leave. They will stop serving shortly so you need to hurry and get dressed. Meet us in the mess hall as soon as you can. And with that said, Dvora left to meet her husband.

      Ari took a deep breath and despite his shaking hands, managed to pull on his wrinkled pants and shirt. He tried to walk quickly, but his legs seemed to be moving in slow motion. When he arrived at the mess hall, his parents were already seated at a table eating their breakfast. A cup of juice and a bowl of cereal had been set at his place. Ari’s mother was happy her son had arrived in time to eat, but she couldn’t help but notice that something was different about him. He seems much too quiet, Dvora thought.

      Ari, what’s wrong? Didn’t you sleep well? she asked.

      No, he mumbled. I had a bad dream. His voice was so low his mother had to strain to hear him. He kept his eyes lowered.

      It was merely a dream, son, said Abrasha. Try to forget it.

      But it was so real, Papa! Ari insisted. Can’t you see that I’m still shaking from it? Why doesn’t Papa understand that a bad dream can make you feel horrible? Doesn’t he know it isn’t easy to forget?

      Abrasha tried to soothe his son. Maybe, you are a little frightened to be going to a new place?

      No, Papa, I’m not afraid. It’s just that… well, what if nobody likes me?

      When I moved to a different neighborhood and had to go to a new school, I also worried, Abrasha said. I was eleven years old, just like you, but it worked out well and I made many new friends. It will work out for you too, my son. Now, eat your breakfast; we have to catch our bus soon.

      After Ari and his parents finished their meals, they gathered their belongings and waited outdoors to meet the bus that would take the camp immigrants to Deganya. It wasn’t long before a khaki-colored vehicle approached.

      Wow! What a weird-looking bus! cried Ari. It looks like a big truck with metal bins on the roof.

      I’m sure it’s sturdy enough to get us to our new home, said Abrasha, as he tossed their heavy luggage into the bins. The bus door squeaked as it opened and Ari and his parents were among the first of nearly twenty immigrants to enter.

      It feels like a hundred degrees in here! Ari thought, as he looked for a seat. He was relieved to see a seat at the back of the bus where the rear window was opened wide, and took his place on that hard, wooden bench. Once he was seated, he pulled the cord that hung from the top of the window on his right, opening it as much as it would go. His parents took seats beside him and placed their small luggage on their laps.

      Little by little, the rest of the seats were occupied and the converted truck started on its way down a paved path. A few people chatted in whispers. Most settled back in their seats and snoozed. Ari breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the side of the vehicle, staring out the window. He watched the scenery blur by as the aged bus drove on. Before long, the vehicle turned onto a bumpy, dirt path. When it rambled faster Ari’s head bounced up and down. Then the rickety carrier picked up speed. Ari could hear the sound of the wheels grinding against the pebbled path as they traveled through the countryside. Dusty scenes began to roll by endlessly and in the distance he saw high, green mountains bordering grassy meadows. When the road smoothed Ari began to relax and sat back in his seat. The steady motion of the bus, combined with the hot Israeli weather, made Ari close his eyes and rest. His thoughts turned to the very long journey he and his parents had made on the boat from Russia to Israel. He remembered some of the people on the boat got seasick, but the voyage only made Ari very tired; tired like he was now. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It didn’t take long this time. He was already in a half-awake-half-asleep state.

      Soon, Ari began to doze and dream again. This time he was running through a forest toward a weather-beaten old shack. His heart was hammering away and he felt a gripping sensation in his chest. Just as he reached for the door of the small shanty, it opened by itself! Inside, a huge, angry, red-eyed demon glared menacingly at him! Ari screamed! The loud shriek caused the people on the bus to stare at him. His mother and father leaned toward him with concern.

      Ari, what’s wrong? Dvora asked. Are you in pain?

      No, I had another scary dream, he whispered. Mama, why do I keep having nightmares about demons? Do you think it’s a sign that something bad will happen?

      Dvora put her arm around Ari’s shoulders and drew him close. "You’ve been through a lot

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1