The Will of G-d

13 Dec

It was never meant to be. They knew it from the beginning, but oh, how they hoped it wouldn’t be true. She pulled out her Louis Vuitton hanky from her Dooney and Bourke handbag and dabbed a trickling ebony tear from her MAC outfitted eyes.

“I don’t know what to say, Roni” she wept. “How can we fight reality? How can we go against the will of G-d?”

Roni’s head hung low. Every now and then he lifted his eyes to the sky, hoping that the bitter gusts of the wind tunnel would evaporate the warm, welling flecks within his eyes. He had prayed that this day wouldn’t come; that their similarities would outweigh the differences. That fate would trump all odds and obstacles.  “But why can’t we invent a new reality? Our reality. Why would that be against the will of G-d? He wants us to be happy; to serve Him in happiness.”

“But the differences are too big,” she insisted. Her voice quivered with the pain that bloated her heavy heart. How could she let this happen? How could she let herself fall for a boy who was so different from herself? Practically from another world. She could never bring him home to her parents. They would never accept him and treat him as family.

“How can you be so sure?” Roni asked. “You never told them about me, never brought me over for dinner to let them meet me. I’m not the guy they think you’d be happy with,but don’t you think that will change when they see how well we suit each other?.”

Ita could hardly bare the limp trembling in his words.  How could he read her mind so well? How did he know exactly what she was thinking? How could she give up the one person who wrote her silly poems about the cell cycle during her bio labs and made Snoopy sculptures out of cantaloupe? How could she deny that the last month of her life had been the happiest yet? How could she say goodbye? “You don’t understand, Roni, they won’t get it.”

“What won’t they get? That I treat you well? That I’m on my way to becoming a dentist? That we have a solid relationship? I’m not understanding what they will disapprove of.”

“I told you from the beginning that there is one glaring problem about this relationship.” She dabbed away tear from her petite nose. “Israel.”

“I told you it’s not a deal breaker for me. Finding the right girl comes first, we’ll figure out where we live later.”

“No,” she sighed expectantly, “I mean the Year in Israel.”

Roni’s confusion continued to frame his brow.

“Yeshiva and seminary. We just don’t match up.”

“We discussed this a long time ago and in the end you said you were more open-minded.”

“Yeah because I thought this wouldn’t go anywhere. Darchei Binah and Gush? Whoever heard of such a mix?”

“But if we don’t care why should they?” Roni insisted, his tone pleading for reconsideration. “Look I never imagined I’d end up with a girl from Bayit V’gan but once I met you I realized how irrelevant it is where you went to seminary. I thought you came to the same conclusion.”

Ita tucked her handkerchief back into her purse and gently whisked her bubbly brown curls behind her shoulder. “Look, I know I’m 21 already and the good guys are going fast…but there’s only so much I can compromise on. Can’t you imagine how awkward our Onlysimchas page is going to look?”

He couldn’t deny the truth. What would people think when they saw them together, out in the open, in real life? Ita was right, they couldn’t fight the will of G-d. How could He will two people from such different paths and different molds to be together? So they both wanted to make Aliyah. So they both wanted to have a home open to guests. So they both believed in the importance of kovea itim. So what? Darchei Binah and Gush had set their fate. There was no working around it, and with this realization, Roni let his head face the pavement. The wind wasn’t blowing away those flecks. Nothing would.

Roni and Ita parted as friends that night, dedicated to helping each other find their true basherts. For five years they would call each other from time to time, seeing what the other was up to, setting each other up with whoever they could think of. It took five years for Ita to find her bashert, only a month for Roni to find his…but in the end they both agreed that they couldn’t fight the will of G-d. The Real Deal is the Real Deal, no matter the material of his kippah or the number of pleats in her skirt.

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4 Responses to “The Will of G-d”

  1. EJB December 14, 2010 at 3:32 am #

    Bravo. Was this post inspired by anyone in specific?

  2. Anon613-London December 14, 2010 at 6:04 am #

    If this is a true story, or representative of one, then there’s no surprise that there is a ‘Shiudduch Crisis’ – the conditioning specialists have won with their narrow-minded attitudes.
    If people are intelligent enough to choose where to learn, they should surely be able to see whether they are right for each other, regardless of where they chose to study.
    Anon613-London

  3. Coral Cap December 14, 2010 at 11:34 pm #

    EJB- Thank you! It was inspired by several situations I have observed in USBGs. A guy and a girl can have so much in common but since they take the supposed label their school has given them so seriously that they’re completely blind to the fact that they have something real. You gotta wonder if they’re really ready for marriage if they can’t even recognize the truly important qualities needed in a marriage partner.

    Anon613 – Which brings me to your point. This is a very big reason why some may think we are in a “shidduch crisis.” Young people just on the cusp of marriageability get so wrapped up in what kind of person they want to marry (i.e. a Michlala girl or a Beis boy) that they don’t even recognize a good match when they see it. It’s like all boys come out of Beis wearing black hats and all Michlala girls come out perfectly primped for marriage. Both are wonderful schools, don’t misunderstand my examples as disapproval of either…my point is, people are so much more than where they went to school, and though where someone chose to go for their gap year can give you some info, it’s generally not enough to assume they’ll be shayach for you.

  4. feivelbenmishael December 16, 2010 at 4:22 pm #

    Of course all boys come out of Beis wearing black hats, you’re not allowed to daven in the beis medrash without a black hat. Feh.

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