My name is Raabasha Alohalani from the house of Chief Allahdan Shadyah Ben Emmanuel (Asha for short) and I’m a Hebrew Housewife!
First wedded to my best friend, Mr. Driver, on April 12th of Greco-Roman calendar year 2020, I’ve been loving the journey ever since! At the time of writing this post it will be dawning on a year since I’ve been covered by a Man of HaYah, and despite having gotten married in a pandemic, the last 12 months have been the best of my life thus far!
Since adolescence, The Most High placed a longing to serve those in need on my heart.
While everyone in my class doted on becoming teachers, officers, ballerinas, artists, doctors, firefighters, or some other job typical for a child born of capitalism (not that we don’t need those jobs, too)– my answer was never quite that simple.
For a long time I either always said I Don’t Know or stated a really low-ambition job, like a receptionist, personal assistant, or volunteer.
Then, after exposure to those homeless, orphaned, and/or sickly, it quickly became: Orphanage Mother, Nonprofit Organizer, Volunteer Program Developer etc.
And then, I found myself falling under two of those brackets: orphaned and homeless.
The question of what career path I would decide to take was no longer a matter of dreams but one of survival–something to which billions of people can relate.
So, I got my Academic Writing certification from Duke University, assisted my sister in developing her now thriving, multifaceted online mini business empire, learned South American Spanish and Brazilian Portuguese, established a polished resume, entered the world of freelance writing, and sought out to do whatever would pay bills, because let’s face it: jobs that matter the most are never truly compensated enough (not financially, anyway).
Then came Autumn of 2019: I went back to school in pursuit of a General Studies degree in order to found a future career in Nonprofit Gifts Managing.
Working a part-time job when you have full-time bills, managing studies, house duties, self-care, and maintaining a healthy prayer life/relationship with HaYah was not fun, OR easy!
Yuck! I’m so thankful that:
A. I learned very early on (I’m in my early 20’s), albeit the hard way, that as a lady, my body cannot handle such stress. Women are designed to depend on the strength, agility, and endurance of men, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. (Might explain why black women are so exhausted and dying so easily)
B. The rest and peace of femininity is sooooo DIVINE! There is no sweeter cup from which a woman may drink than to have access to work outside the home but not need to do so for survival.
I didn’t give up on my dreams, which is the common consensus when I share that I don’t work (outside the home).
I simply accepted that YAHUAH makes it clear a woman’s place and purpose is to be a keeper at home; and I realized with having a fragile, feminine composition plus a desire to serve those in need, that being a housewife is truly the job I never knew I always wanted!
The job is even better since my Master (or husband) is leaning towards nonprofit and professional servitude. What a win-win!
It is by no means glamorous, but the perks are many:
Not dealing with racist, hostile work environments
I can focus on cultivating a pleasant home
I’m not expected to come home after a long day of work and still carry most of the house chores (which most working women do who’re in relationships)
I HAVE THE ENERGY TO PLEASE MY MASTER IN EVERY WAY (A top priority for Biblical wives)
Time for rearing children, self care, and my own hobbies (writing, blogging, vlogging, yoga, sewing, cooking, self-pampering)
Priorities are forethoughts, NOT afterthoughts
I choose to share my journey and invite you into my life of being a Hebrew Housewife because there aren’t truly many visible Hebrew Housewives on the internet from what I can see though they do exist in great number (which there is nothing wrong with since many Israelite men prefer to keep their women).
Many young Hebrew women always have questions about homekeeping, family, order, what to expect in marriage, etc.
Ha Yah calls His Chosen to be a City On A Hill that cannot be hidden. This little light of mine will shine, no matter how small.
A major part of rebuilding our city is remembering our roles and appointments.
Man was appointed ruler, and woman was appointed helpmeet. You are set for an imperfect but unshakable house if you build on the Rock, and I’m here to testify!