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In honor of my Bat Mitzvah, my parents helped write an article about my special day:

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The Creator

When I was small I always wondered what G-d was. After leaving the cult I had nothing to believe in anymore. Here is a chapter of my diary that I wrote when I was ten years old:

 Who made the creator? Where was he when he made the universe? Maybe the creator is smaller than the univers. Like humans travel to outer space, maybe the creator traveled to the universe and created it there. What's bigger than the universe? Before, how did the world turn dark (Tohu Vavohu)? What was the world like before that? In what years was the creator born? If it was magic, who waved the magic wand? Is the creator invisible? Is he a piece of air? Is he a superhero? How did the world begin? Is he a girl or a boy? Maybe the creator disappeared after creating the universe. Maybe the creator transformed/turned into the universe. How did the first person learn how to talk? Was Adam the first person? Maybe there was a human before the creator. Is that possible? Maybe the creator is electricity. How do thoughts appear in a person's head? Maybe the creator puts thoughts in everyone's head. Anyways, these were the thoughts I had in my head today. (And if god thinks that these are not holy thoughts than too bad because there is a fifty percent chance that he put it in my head.)

911

At the age of seven, my family moved to Jeane Mance. It was a very old house with cabinets that were falling apart. It had a kitchen, a dining room, one front room, two bedrooms, and a basement. It was not like a second floor, or the downstairs. It was a crummy dirty place with low ceilings and spiderwebs everywhere. We usually kept the basement door closed because it was so gross we hardly used it. One day we heard loud banging and screams. My mother asked us to go check what was going on. Two strong men who we couldn't see clearly through the window said they were police. I was terrified! We were raised to be scared of officers, guards and all the people with uniform who actually protect us. My mother thought they were fakes and warned them that she will call 911. At this point, she was dialing 911 on real police officers. When the finally succeeded in braking down our door, we had realized what was going on. We calmed down and they explained that they were sent to investigate because my brother was not attending school. My other brother, Eli also hated school because his Rabbi had been physically abusif. My mother talked to them for a while and they left. Till this day, we are not really sure who reported us. Probably his Cheder. This event was critical in our choice to leave. This made us have to look for another school and none accepted. Why? Well because the Toshe people had convinced them that we were crazy and that we were planning to go to college which was terrible for them. We were rejected multiple times. My mom tried more than 10 schools. We went from frum schools to less religous schools until there was no other option then to try orthodox schools. Finally we found UTT. So if you didn't get it yet, the Toshe people had basically pushed us into going out of the cult.