
Live Blog: Kinus Hashluchim 5772 Updates
In an enormous cruise terminal-turned-ballroom at the mouth of the east river in Brooklyn, five thousand people sat down to an evening of elevation, inspiration and tribute.
In an enormous cruise terminal-turned-ballroom at the mouth of the east river in Brooklyn, five thousand people sat down to an evening of elevation, inspiration and tribute.
The first gallery from the Kinus Hashluchim Galla Banquet. Last minute preparations and guests arriving.
Pictures by Shmuli Evers and Binyomin Lifshitz
The Kinus Hashluchim Gala Banquet will be broadcasted live today, Sunday at 5:30pm.
Kashmir chief minister Omar Abdullah has said Baby Moshe, who parents Gavriel and Rivka Holtzberg died in the 26/11 attacks at Nariman House, needs to be left alone rather than reminded about gruesome terror attack.
Sholom Ber and Chanie (nee Junik) Spielman (Crown Heights)
Yisroel Gourion (Marseille, France) and Rochel Samuels (Milwaukee, WI)
Attorneys representing Chabad Lubavitch of Litchfield County have taken direct aim at Litchfield’s power to regulate construction within the town’s historic district, and the argument will come to a head this week in the Bridgeport courtroom of U.S. District Court Judge Janet C. Hall.
Shloime and Sara (nee Rappaport) Adler (Fairfax, VA)
The city transportation officials are asking communities to tell them where drivers need to slow down in their neighborhoods.
Three years ago, Baby Moshe, one of the unforgettable faces of the Mumbai attacks, escaped the carnage clinging to his nanny not knowing that his parents- Rabbi Gavriel Holtzberg and his pregnant wife Rivika – were killed. Now a four-year-old, Moshe knows they had fallen victim to terrorists.
Based on a true story.
Laying in bed, fast asleep late Friday night, I hear a man’s voice in our Brooklyn apartment. Drifting between sleep and consciousness, I think I’m dreaming. I hope I’m dreaming. It’s just my wife, our kids and me, in our apartment, or so I thought.
But the voice grows stronger, waking me up. I get up and quietly and walk towards the noise. Suddenly I hear him again. ‘Mr. Klineman, Mr. Klineman…’ Surprisingly, as he called my name, the unexpected voice doesn’t sound threatening at all. Whatever fear I might have had disperses. ‘Mr. Klineman, your son…’ Hearing my son being mentioned, I hasten my walk to the front door which is wide open.