I
used a weekend break in March during my year of study at the University of Haifa
to spend a fascinating Shabbat in Zefat (Safed), a holy city in the north of
Israel that is home to a vibrant Hasidic community (for more information on
Zefat, see my previous blog entry from September 25th, 2005). The Hasidim, who
can be easily identified by their distinctive garb, are ultra-Orthodox Jews
who emphasize Jewish spirituality and mysticism, as well as rabbinic scholarship.
Along with two dozen overseas students from the University of Haifa, I experienced
Shabbat Hasidic-style through a Shabbat hospitality program at the Ascent Visitors'
Center and Hostel in Zefat.
Zefat is one of the holy Jewish cities in Israel. During the 16th century, after
the Jews were expelled from Spain, Zefat became home to many revered Jewish
philosophers and theologians. Zefat is also the birthplace of Kabbalah, or Jewish
mysticism. The ancient town is home mainly to ultra-Orthodox Jews and artists.
There are many beautiful synagogues in Zefat, and cars cannot drive down the
narrow cobbled streets. I wish I could have taken photos of some of the ultra-Orthodox
yeshiva boys since they are fascinating looking with their identical school
uniforms and long sidelocks. But the ultra-Orthodox do not appreciate being
photographed by tourists, and I can understand why.
On Shabbat, observant Orthodox Jews do not work, write, turn on/off electricity,
use transportation, bathe, touch money, carry heavy objects, rip things, etc.
On Friday mornings and afternoons, in preparation for Shabbat, people busily
shop, cook, decide which lights/appliances to leave on, phone family and friends
to wish them good Shabbos, and even pre-rip toilet paper. I can't say I was
such a fan of every aspect of Shabbat observance, but it felt great to turn
off my cell phone, put aside my work, and unwind from the week.
On Friday evening we went to Shabbat services at one of the many Hasidic synagogues
in the old section of Zefat. During services the men davven ('pray') on the
ground floor of the synagogue while the women davven on an upper balcony, shielded
from sight behind a mehitza ('partition') which in this case was a thin white
curtain. The women, many of whom had to stand in the packed balcony throughout
the 1½ hour-long service, would intermittently push their way towards
the curtain to take a peek at the men singing, dancing, and praying vigorously
below. The men sounded like they were having a pretty good time, but the women's
section wasn't particularly lively. I was kind of jealous of the guys in our
group, since they got to actually see what I could only hear.
After services, we went to families' houses in small groups for dinner in the
Chabad neighborhood about 20 minutes away (the Chabad-Lubavitch Hasidim are
one of largest Hasidic groups and are known for their widespread Jewish outreach
efforts).
I walked with four other students to our assigned destination, and when our
hosts answered the door I assumed there must be other families in attendance,
given all the children darting around the room. But I was wrong; our hosts had
seven (going on eight) children under the age of thirteen, and it took me several
minutes actually to count them all since they kept appearing, disappearing,
and reappearing in rapid succession.
I don't know how the mother maintains her sanity amidst the chaos, but apparently
she does, and I very much enjoyed talking with her.
To my complete shock, I discovered that we have very similar backgrounds. She
grew up as a Reform Jew in an East Coast suburb with which I am quite familiar,
attended a small, rural liberal arts college, and came to study in Israel after
graduation.
I can't even comprehend what it would be like to make such a radical life transition,
but I'm certainly glad that I had the opportunity to meet her and catch a glimpse
of such a different way of life.
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[From BlogCentral/JPost.com and dhemel.blogspot.com, on March 23, 2006]
[Beborah Hemel, a graduate of Williams College, is a Fulbright Fellow in Israel, September 2005-June 2006.]