Mikvah Inspiration: Mikvah on the Mountain, One Woman’s Miracle

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Mikvah on the Mountain: One Woman’s Miracle

By: Chani Lipfshitz

Artwork by Sefira Ross. Source: Chabad.org http://goo.gl/q5ESqK

Artwork by Sefira Ross. Source: Chabad.org http://goo.gl/q5ESqK

This story originally appeared at Chabad.org, read the full story here: http://goo.gl/q5ESqK

When the newsboy walks the streets of Kathmandu, I know it’s exactly 7:30 a.m. Bleary-eyed shopkeepers surface from dusty caravans, on the way to the river for their morning ablutions.

The rags that cling to the bodies of the rickshaw runners are no protection from the chill that spills off the white-topped mountains surrounding us. They huddle around a desperately small bonfire under our window. Emaciated street urchins roll off the cardboard boxes on which they spent the night and join the men around the makeshift fire.

A knock on the door wakes me to the Bleary-eyed shopkeepers surface from dusty caravans new day. The first knocks are tentative; the second, more insistent.

“That’s it, Chani. I’m stuck,” she tells me the moment I open the door. “Completely stuck.” In a second, she’s over the threshold and falling onto our couch. She doesn’t need to say any more. The sadness of her face tells a whole story.

I’m quiet together with her.

For several days, Limor sits, silent and thoughtful, in the Chabad House. Once in awhile, she asks about this or that, but most of the time she sits, mute, observing the joyous youths around her with a bleak countenance. Her husband sits at her side, frowning and serious. We never hear him speak.

“It’s just not going to work out between us,” she finally tells me, sitting up on the couch. “It’s just not going to work.”

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