Sara Einfeld, 25-year old mother of two, ran away from her Gur Hasidic life. In the process she began a blog, called "Hor Basadin," which attracts many struggling haredi women. Yediyot Aharonot exposed her story in last weekend's newspaper, and has since caused a buzz in haredi and secular circles alike. I blogged about it in this week's Forward Sisterhood. You can read the whole post here. In the meantime, though, here is a heart-wrenching poem that Einfeld posted last week in response to the hubbub (translation mine)
I still cry when I remember
Me
A young women who tried t
o explain to a yeshiva scholar
Who sat across from her
Next to the dark wooden table in the living room.
Who made charts and asked, So what’s bothering you?
And wrote down:
That we don’t pass objects from hand to hand
That you don’t call me by name
That we have intercourse according to predetermined times because that ruins everything.
And then I was embarrassed
To tell him that I want
Him to hug me tight, to give me a little kiss on the lips and say,
I love you.
And when I tried to tell him, I felt dirty.
And how I cried one day so hard until I banged my head against the wall over and over again
Harder and harder.
And he
Closed the steel door quietly
And in fast steps with his hands folded behind him and his face locked to the ground
He went to the Shteibel
Learned Gemara, or an hour of halakha.
And I wanted to die, I wanted to die, I wanted to die.
Because our sages (or rather, his sages) also said, “O hevruta o mituta,”
Either in a pair, or death
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