DESECRATION OF THE SABBATH/Rachel Uziel Farchi
the Sabbath my dead husband comes to take me to the
memorial service for his soul, a service to be held in the syn-
agogue. I don't have a car and there are no busses running to-
day, nor do I have money for a taxi. The thorns at the roadside
do not sway to any breeze, the bathers at the sea are surprised
to see the black flag atop the lifeguard's booth and don't re-
turn to shore, and we drive and drive. He says nothing. Pale
and thin, he's come from the land of the dead. We keep on
driving. The synagogue where his parents pray is far away, thus
we travel by car, thus we cross the boundary of the Sabbath,
desecrate the Sabbath. What cancels what? To go through
the memorial service, or honor the Sabbath by resting?
what rest can there be on the Sabbath when the wars
at each of the One Hundred Gates, and we can't get to
worry, he says to me. The Yeshiva boys prayed at the
of Machpelah on the Sabbath, while I worked on the Sab-
for the sake of my people. The Yeshiva boys live, while I
Zvika and Ofer are dead, and you are afraid of desecrating the
Interpreters of the law arise in every generation.
the nation has been redeemed, but we have no rabbi
here for a Wikipedia page (in Hebrew) about Rachel's life and work.