Sorrow

By Devin Frazer

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“‘Where is god now?’ And I heard a voice within me answer him: ‘Where is He? Here He is-He is hanging here on this gallows…”


“Her little boy was crying, hanging onto her skirt, trying to take hold of her hands. ‘It’s all right, mummy! There’s nothing there… sit down…” (Wiesel 19).
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“I shall never forget Juliek. How could I forget that concert, given to an audience of dying and dead men! To this day, whenever I hear Beethoven played my eyes close and out of the dark rises the sad, pale face of my Polish friend, as he said farewell on his violin to an audience of dying men” (Wiesel 70).
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“‘Meir. Meir, my boy! Don’t you recognize me? I’m your father . . . . you’re hurting me . . . you’re killing your father!” (Wiesel 74).