18/09/2026
“As Yom Kippur approaches, I find myself thinking about my beloved Bubby, Sara Kievman, of blessed memory, and a story she once told me. It’s a story from a very different time and place, but somehow, every year, it feels more relevant.
Bubby grew up in Soviet Russia during the early years of the Communist regime, when keeping Yiddishkeit was anything but easy. Religious practice was forbidden, Jewish education was suppressed, and those who openly observed Judaism could put themselves and their families in danger. As a teenager, Bubby was required to work in a glass factory. Attendance was strictly monitored, and missing work without a convincing excuse could have serious consequences. Then Yom Kippur was approaching. For Bubby, there was simply no question that she would fast and observe the holiest day of the year. The problem was finding a way to avoid going to work.
With time running out, Bubby knew she had to do something. She picked up a piece of glass and deliberately cut her arm. Blood began running down her arm and soaking her sleeve. Within moments, what had been an ordinary day at the factory had turned into an emergency. She was rushed to the infirmary, where a Russian doctor stitched up the wound.
The doctor offered the young girl a glass of hot milk to help her recover. Bubby refused. The doctor tried again, encouraging her to drink it for the sake of her health, but she wouldn’t give in. Eventually, the doctor quietly took her into another room. There, with a candle flickering in the darkness, she revealed that she too was Jewish. The two of them spent Yom Kippur together in secret, praying and sharing stories, two Jewish women finding one another in a country where Jewish life had been driven underground.”
- Rabbi Ari Kievman, rabbi at Chabad Sandton Central
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As Yom Kippur approaches, I find myself thinking about my beloved Bubby, Sara Kievman, of blessed memory, and a story