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Vayeitzei/Vayishlakh
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I am crying, just looking at the dirt covering my baby sister. 'Why?'
the only thing I could think of. 'Why did she have to die giving her son
life?' I remember when we met Jacob. She had tendered the sheep that
day; I was at home weaving. I knew Rachel was smitten with love that
day, but so was I. He was so handsome, those strong muscles. And that
jovial smile. I longed to have him hold me. I would have settled for a
kiss, a touch, but I also knew Rachel wanted the same. My legs barely
held me up. My stomach did flip-flops. I knew then I wanted to have his
babies, lots of them. I had those babies.
Why was I so jealous of their attraction? He obviously wanted her. So,
I watched him and her together, wishing I was her. My sister, whom I
love with the man I had longed for, and I admit, loved. I saw them after
dark in the courtyard just kissing. If Papa knew he would have killed
them both. Rachel was always impulsive.
Then my father told him, "Why should you work for free?" And Jacob said
he would work seven years for Rachel. I nearly died when I overheard
their bargain. I ran to my room and sobbed.
Rachel was there. It took a long time and her prodding before I told
her. I didn't want her to know what I felt for Jacob.
After a while, she said she had an idea. If I knew what she was going to
do, I would have stopped her. The next day Laban came to me and told me
he was going to marry me to him. I was shocked. I knew he wanted Rachel.
Sacrificing myself, I argued and pleaded for my sister before him
explained to me that Jacob would marry me first, but I knew it was wrong.
"What have you done?" I yelled at Rachel.
"I'm doing this for you," she calmly explained. "I know you want him
too. You will be a lovely bride. You will have him for a week; then I
will have him too. I love you. Please do it. This way we will still be
together."
"Are you sure?"
Laban has already agreed."
"But won't Jacob be angry?"
"Probably, but it will work out in the end."
"I see this causing trouble."
"Don't worry; it is already taken care of. Here's what you'll do."
My need for him overruled my sense of right and wrong.
Seven years later, I married Jacob. As I predicted, Jacob was furious
when he saw me instead of the bride he intended to have the next morning.
He wanted to repudiate the marriage.
I cried and told him, "If you accept our nuptial then you may marry
Rachel in a week."
"Why should I believe you?" He had anger in his eyes.
"Because Rachel and Laban put me up to it," I choked out. "I knew it was
wrong, but, she told me she would refuse to marry you if you voided this
marriage."
"Why?"
"Because I love you too," I hiccupped. Tenderly, he pulled me into him,
held me, and kissed me and told me, everything will work out. I knew he
cared. It was enough then.
Later that day, Jacob went to Laban and made a new contract. When it was
finished, Jacob punched his father-in-law in the face then came back to
me. We made love. A week later, Rachel was his bride. Because of that
week, I had a son, Ruben, and then, another, and another, six in all.
But Rachel was barren. She was bitter. I had his children.
Yes, I was jealous too, because she had his love. I knew he cared for
me, but it was not enough.
Yet, I prayed to Jacob's G-d and asked Him to give my sister a child.
Nine months later Joseph was born.
Recently, I was with child again. This time I prayed to make my unborn
son a girl and let Rachel have another son. G-d did as I requested, but
the price was too high. If I had known, I would not have made the trade.
A few months ago, Father came after us wanting to bring us back. He was
also furious that he lost his idols. He searched our belongings, but
Rachel hid them under her and claimed it was her time of the month. Her
claim made them useless to him even if he found them under her. She
risked too much. It would have been her life and the baby's because Papa
didn't know she was with child. But I admired her bravery. Little did I
know her life would still be forfeited.
I know now Jacob loves me, but never will it be like his love for Rachel.
I accept what I can have. And I sit here in sackcloth and ashes unable
to stop my tears. I still can't believe she's dead.
Jacob is carrying Benjamin to me, now. It must be time to feed him.
Miraculously I have milk in my breasts for him. The baby is innocent of
all these manipulations.
This Midrash is based on an ancient Midrash told to me by rami and two
other Midrashim (plural of Midrash).
The Hebrew word, "Midrash," means "story" from "to investigate" or
"study" and is a homiletic method of biblical exegesis. The term also
refers to the whole compilation of homiletic teachings on the Bible.
Midrash is a way of interpreting biblical stories that goes beyond simple
distillation of religious, legal or moral teachings. It fills in many
gaps left in the biblical narrative regarding events and personalities
that are only hinted at. Examples include non Biblical stories about the
seventy years between Abraham's birth and the day he left his father's
home. (based on the Wikipedia article)
The title of the story is the parshot (readings of the week) where this
story was mentioned: Vayeitzei is Breisheet (Genesis) 28:10-32:3 and
Vayishlakh is Breisheet 32:4-36:43. Breisheet is the Hebrew, and
therefore the true name for the first book of the Bible. It is first
word of this book.
Sitting in sackcloth and ashes is part of the ancient ritual of morning
in Israel.
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