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- <h><b>October 3rd, 1994</b></h><br> <p>I don’t understand what’s going around me at all. After Mum’s decision to marry again, everything is just going topsy turvy. The wedding is in a few weeks, and today there were sounds of a razor from the bathroom and muffled crying and when Mum walked out something looked wrong, and I realized her hair was gone and she was wearing a wig. This is all Aaron’s fault, I feel it somehow. Aaron is the guy Mum is going to marry. He has these long sidelocks and fur hat and when I see him, he nearly always wears black. I tried to ask Mum what’s happening, but she’s so busy - and so whirled away by all the changes that are happening that I haven’t got anything out of her today other than a few grunts. This is ridiculous - I’m having a new dad and know nothing about him.</p>
- <p>October 17th, 1994 Mum has finally calmed down a bit and told me that the reason she’s shaved her head is because we’re becoming Hasidic Jews. Hasidic Jews? The ones that pray to the sky and murmur prayers all the time? What? How would I learn all of the rules? I don’t want to be one of “them”. By them, I mean the quiet kids that walk to their own school every day, boys and girls separately. The girls always wear ankle-length skirts. It just looks so sad. I like wearing shorts! I like my jeans! At least I feel Mum is better. She used to be so sad after the divorce, but somehow when she is with Aaron, she has a big smile on her face...</p>
- <p>October 21st, 1994 So, I’ve finally sat down and done some research on Hasidic Judaism - and here are five facts that I’ve found so far: It started in the 18th century. Ok, so maybe one fact. So maybe I haven’t done a lot of research. But honestly, I’m dreading even thinking about it. There’s not much information about it, I have heard about it being very reserved and most of the articles on the internet about it are diaries with titles like “How I Escaped Hasidic Judaism”</p>
- <p>October 25th, 1994 Yesterday was the wedding. It was strange. It felt weird to be at your own mother’s wedding. Mum read from the Torah. After Aaron read, the women threw candy and nuts at him. Mum later told me that the gesture symbolized a wish for a sweet and fertile marriage. I managed to keep my feelings in check until the time for the ring. Aaron lifted Mum’s hand; the look in Mum’s shining eyes was the final straw. I felt my eyes glistening and tears slowly dropped. An elderly woman looked at me in disgust - I think she was Aaron’s distant great-aunt. I pretended they were tears of joy, and she slowly looked away. And the--</p>
- <p>Sorry, I can’t write any more today.</p>
- <p>November 3rd, 1994 We officially moved into Aaron’s house. Surprisingly, it was just like a normal house; but very, very neat. Maybe he’s a neat freak. I did see some strange items lying around the house. Yesterday when we were unpacking, i didn’t see Mum’s usual box of clothes. Instead, I just saw a lot of stockings and black coloured clothes, especially skirts. I cried myself to sleep, and didn’t eat any dinner. When I woke up in the morning, I was the first one up. I was hungry, so I went downstairs to the kitchen looking for cornflakes. After a few minutes of searching the cupboards, I found a relatively normal box of cornflakes, and a bottle of milk. As I sat down and lifted the spoon to my mouth, I heard footsteps. It was Aaron, and when he saw me, he looked REALLY mad and started yelling at me. After a few seconds, it seemed like he realized something. He took a few deep breaths and stepped back, and explained that the men needed to pray, and then they would ALL eat together.</p>
- <p>November 22nd, 1994 School started today. There are only girls in my school, even the teachers. We had religion as one of the classes. I didn’t really know about how to pray so I just went with it, trying to murmur along with them. Then it was lunch time, all of the students gathers and prayed out loud before eating, I ate first and I felt so embarrassed since i was the only who didn’t pray and had </p>
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