The stormy night
The gray clouds had been threatening to rain all day, but it was only as she left work that it started to rain. The past few days had been horrible. She didn’t get a promotion at work and the only things she did gain were more hours and late nights. When she left the office, it was pouring like it never had before. She got into the car and left, the thought of kicking off her shoes and watching TV more inviting than ever. As she drove, the sight of a huge car behind her caught her eye. She had seen it on and off, but now it looked like it was following her. She lived alone, far away from other people and her only neighbors were deaf, old and unable to help her if she ever needed it. Just then the two miles left until home seemed like two hundred. Turning around she decided to spend the night at her parents’ house, forgetting that they were out of town. She drove there quickly and saw the large car still following her. Petrified was an understatement now. Lightning flashed across the sky, thunder boomed. Like her home, her parents’ house was far away from civilization, and she had never felt more alone or scared, especially since a possible psycho was following her only a few feet behind. She then realized she had two options. Get out of the car calmly and open the gate and drive in peacefully, or sleep in the car in the pouring rain. First option it was then. She opened the car door, as did the driver behind her, got out and turned around slowly. The storm raged on.
Lightning struck. He got rid of her body, dusted his hands off and left.
...and louder. His authoritative voice eventually overpowered hers. I felt the vibration from his heavy footstep get nearer to her, I sensed her trembling in fear, glass shattered and covered the floor on which she stood, the scent of beer instantly filled the small house, she took a deep breath in and attempted to suck in her fright. She made effort to regain the strength to speak but his manipulating temperament influenced her to do nothing but apologize. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut in hope to immediately fall asleep and wake up to a better day.
That night I dreamt of a place where the sun was always shined so bright it almost glowed, a place where everything there was no noise apart from the occasion sounds of nature, and the water was so still it could be mistaken for ice, a place surrounded by luscious green trees and colorful flora and when the sun set there was complete silence across the entire countryside. That night I dreamt of a place where I could feel connected and at peace....
...The last time I was in the hospital visiting my grandma I found out she had cancer. It was like any other day, getting out of school, going home, and yet something didn’t feel right. All day as I listened to my teachers teach but yet my mind was somewhere far off. I just kept thinking to myself something’s not right, something’s up. At this moment, math seems to be troubling me. I knew that 5 times 5 equaled 25, but somehow I couldn’t write it down. Some may say it’s a supernatural thing whenever you have feelings of bad news. So entering through the door is my mom, she doesn’t say much she just puts her bag down and tells me to go wait in the car for her. Now I know something is awaiting me, I could just taste it. As we are riding in the car I asked a simple question, but very anxious for the answer,” Where are we going?” She replies very slowly “To the hospital”. I soon felt a chill go down my spine, we rarely went to the hospital but when we did it was usually for someone very sick or even worse, on their death bed. Now I’m totally freaking out, who could it be? Did I spend enough time with them? Who haven’t I seen in a while? All of these questions are running through my head. But we finally get to the hospital, and my heart is pounding so hard it feels as though it’s going to burst out of my chest. Even my throat is dry; it’s all scratchy feeling like the Sahara Desert. Our destination was the fourth floor, Room 4421. We enter the elevator and it finally it gets to a...
... In Elie Wiesel’s memoir, Night, holocaust survivor Eliezer suffers from one of the most painful events in human history: the Jewish Holocaust. As a result of his suffering, he is radically changed from a devout Jew, to a devout cynic. His religious fervor is lost, and little hope is provided for its salvation.
The definition of holocaust is mass destruction; this is usually associated with the mass destruction of human life. Another definition, although horribly ironic, is a burnt offering. Perhaps ‘burnt offering’ is an accurate definition because this is exactly what happens to many Jews: they are thrown in a crematorium. Before Eliezer is violently shoved into the destruction, he lives a normal Jewish life in the town of Sighet. Like many, he has an interest in the religious aspect of his life. He states, “By day I studied the Talmud and by night I would run to the synagogue to weep over the destruction of the Temple” (3). He asks his father to find him a master that could guide him in the studies of Kabbalah. Kabbalah is a form of Jewish mysticism. His father does not help him find a master, and tells Eliezer that there are no Kabbalists in Sighet. But nevertheless, he succeeds in finding a master on his own, Moishe the Beadle. Moishe the Beadle is a poor man, yet an insightful person.
“Man comes closer to God through the questions he asks Him,” he liked to say. “Man asks and God replies. But we do not understand His replies. We cannot...
While reading “Night” by Elie Wiesel, I came across a lot of key ideas and themes that ran consistently through out the book. Three major ideas that I felt were important were Elie’s trial to keep faith in his God, the use of silence and night and finally, having to keep your mind at ease amongst all the inhumanity. Although these ideas are different, they play off of one another.
Elie’s biggest struggle is to maintain his belief and fate in God’s hands. Elie’s battle with his faith is a prevailing conflict in Night. At the beginning of the memoir, his faith in God is undeniable. When asked why he prays to God, he answers, “Why did I pray? . . . Why did I live? Why did I breathe?” His belief is unstoppable; compassionate God is content, and he cannot imagine living without faith in a higher being. But shortly into the memoir, this faith comes up against several hurdles as he tries to prove his faith to God. Eliezer’s faith started at a young age. While most teenaged boys were out playing in the streets, he was in the temple studying the Cabbala even if it was against his father’s wishes. Mosh the Beadle helped him to focus his studies in Jewish mysticism and come to the conclusion that God is everywhere in the world, that nothing exists without God. Elie has grown up believing that everything on Earth reflects God’s holiness and power and everything is influenced by his holiness. His faith is based...
...Many themes exist in Night, Elie Wiesel’s nightmarish story of his Holocaust experience. From normal life in a small town to physical abuse in concentration camps, Night chronicles the journey of Wiesel’s teenage years. Neither Wiesel nor any of the Jews in Sighet could have imagined the horrors that would befall them as their lived changed under the Nazi regime. The Jews all lived peaceful, civilized lives before German occupation. Eliezer Wiesel was concerned with mysticism and his father was “more involved with the welfare of others than with that of his own kin” (4). This would change in the coming weeks, as Jews are segregated, sent to camps, and both physically and emotionally abused. These changes and abuse would dehumanize men and cause them to revert to basic instincts. Wiesel and his peers devolve from civilized human beings to savage animals during the course of Night.
Segregation from the rest of society begins the dehumanization of Sighet Jews. The first measure taken by the Hungarian Police against Jews is to label them with yellow stars. Early in Night, while life is still normal despite German occupation of their town, Wiesel explains: “Three days later, a new decree: every Jew had to wear the yellow star” (11). This decree is demoralizing to Jews because it labels them and sets them apart from the rest of Sighet’s population. Like trees marked for logging or dogs marked with owner tags, many people...
...Important to tell your story. . . . You cannot imagine what it meant spending a night of death among death.
The obligation Elie Wiesel feels to justify his survival of a Nazi concentration camp has shaped his destiny. It has guided his work as a writer, teacher, and humanitarian activist; influ- enced his interaction with his Jewish faith; and affected his family and personal choices. Since World War II, Wiesel has borne witness to perse- cution past and present. He has sought to under- stand humankind’s capacity for evil, halt its progress, and heal the wounds it has caused.
Wiesel did not expect to be a novelist and journalist when he grew up. His early writings focused on the Bible and spiritual issues. The studious and deeply religious only son of a Jewish family in the village of Sighet, Romania, Wiesel spent his childhood days of the 1930s and 1940s studying sacred Jewish texts. Wiesel’s mother, an educated woman for her time, encouraged her son’s intense interest in Judaism. Wiesel’s early love of stories, especially those told by his grandfather, may explain why he became a storyteller himself.
In 1944 during World War II, Wiesel’s life took a profoundly unexpected turn when
Germany’s armies invaded Sighet. He and his fam- ily were sent to concentration camps at Auschwitz and at Buna, both in Poland. His imprisonment, which he describes in horrifying detail in Night, forever changed Wiesel as a man and as a Jew....
... Mayra I. Robles
December 16, 2010
English 11, Lens Essay
The Death of my Innocence
“Night” a World Wide best seller, narrates Elie Wiesel’s experience as a survivor of the Nazi concentration camps. During 1933 Germany was ruled by Adolf Hitler, who belonged to the Nazi party. The Nazi believed the world should be purified by eliminating all races, especially the Jews. Their belief was that the Aryan race was the most pure and that the Jews were a disgrace to humanity. Hitler was in power during World War II; during WWII he built concentration camps where anyone who did not have Aryan traits or was a Jews had to be sent to. Elie Wiesel was born on 1928, in a small town Sighet, Transylvania (now part of Romania). Wiesel was born into a middle class Jew family; Elie and his family were taken to concentration camps during Hitler’s reign of terror, where he lost his innocence, his God and his father.
“The night was gone. The morning star was shining in the sky. I too had become a completely different person. The student of Talmud, the child that I was, had been consumed in flames” (pg. 34). Enduring the first night at camp was the toughest for Wiesel, his denial to belief people were being burned alive led him to think it was all a dream. Unconsciously that night apart of Elie died, the innocent Jew boy that arrived at Auschwitz had die. The power the Nazi’s had gained was being exploited to the...
...Elie Wiesel’s Night is a vivid account of the horrors of the Holocaust. Describing in his memoirs the extent of the horrendous atrocities he both witnessed and experienced, Wiesel tells of a boy who is stripped forever of the world he has know. Night tells of not only Wiesel’s stolen innocence, but also of the darkness that forever extinguishes the light in both his soul as well as the soul of all those who are touched by this event. His witnessing of good people turned into brutes through atrocities and brutal treatment, what he sees as the death of God, and the air of death which constantly surrounds him and his people give shape to the darkness which extinguishes the flame in his soul.
Throughout his memoirs, Wiesel describes the treatment both he and his people experienced. He retells of the torture, the starvation, the beatings and the death which surround them all and the effect it has on them. He describes how good people, people he himself knew previously, or had come to know in his time at the concentration camps, succumbed to the treatment they experienced and begin to turn on one another, himself included.
I had watched the whole scene without moving. I kept quiet . . . any anger I felt at the moment was directed, not against the Kapo but against my father. I was angry at him, for not knowing how to avoid Idek’s outbreak. This is what concentration camp had made of me.
He describes how people are willing to murder for a single...