I met a girl. Her name is Sara.

I met a girl. Her name is Sara. Or Sarah. Or Zara, I don’t know. We communicate through a translation app on my smartphone. She doesn’t speak English and I don’t speak Hebrew. We love eachother. I can not explain why.

She is fifteen years younger than I am and has just one child less. With her four children she smiles herself through life. Whether that is who she is or who she thinks she should be I don’t know. Her religious leader tells her to be happy, always. That mantra and the way she practices it does give me energy. A precious thing in my life. Energy.

I can not text her, nor can I leave a message on her phone. We can call, but the translation app does not work when we call. I fear her calls because of that. I often do not pick up the phone when she calls. Pelefone, she tells me, is the word for cell phone.

I feel so bad when I do not pick up the phone. But I still don’t.

Her husband translates for us sometimes. Sara’s husband speaks English. But he can not look me in the eye. His religion forbids direct contact with me. His religion makes him fear my overpowering sexuality and makes him fear wanting to jump on me and rip my clothes off. Or I think that is why he is not allowed to look me in the eye.

When Sara’s husband is home alone when I come by, he keeps his eyes on the wall while he speaks. I never know if it is me who he is speaking to. Or the wall. He is the nicest guy. Maybe he was even goodlooking one day. One day before he decided to grow side curls and a long beard.

I met a girl, her name is Sara. She is an ultra orthodox Jewish girl.

Ultra Orthodox Woman. She teaches me about God.

And the Hebrew word for Popsicle.

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6 thoughts on “I met a girl. Her name is Sara.

    • Hi 18mitzvot,
      Thank you! I see him struggle because he was less religious years ago and he knows it must be confusing for me.
      I hope I will be able to share more lay views soon. Thanks for your comment!

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