AN: Huge thanks to wheather79 for pre-reading and Arfalcon & FanpireMama for beta-ing. I also need to thank everyone who reads. So, SM owns the characters - I circumcised them and then did a ton of crazy shit to them like gave them mango hamantshens (cookies for Purim). I tend to play up some stereotypes; it is all meant in good fun. If you are offended, let me know, or just hit the x button on your browser window or however you mac people close windows.

Chapter 9: Blow It Out Your Shofar

EPOV

"Oh my, that is so good. Ughhh… Bella, I can't get enough." I opened my mouth wider and a little drool slid out. "I want more…"

"Edward," she replied, shaking her head.

"You're amazing," I shook my head in disbelief.

"Stop."

I moaned. It was just so good.

"Bella…"

"Edward, for Christ's sake, it's just brisket."

"It's so delicious though," I replied, looking up to see Rosalie rolling her eyes at me. "Don't take the Lord's name in vain."

"He's not our Lord," Bella replied, shaking her head at me again. I was on thin ice.

I piled more meat on my plate and also grabbed an extra apple, dipping it in the honey. Some of the honey dripped onto the table. Without thinking, Bella took her finger and scooped it up, sucking it into her mouth and then licking her finger.

Fuck! She had awoken the beast, the beast known as Zayin. Maybe I was getting too old for my penis to have its own name. I adjusted my pants under the table, hoping the girls didn't realize what I was doing. I pretended to readjust my napkin on my lap.

"Cullenman, were you able to take off work for Rosh Hashanah tomorrow?" Rosalie asked, crossing her legs, like it was a test. She wanted to test me to see if I would check out her legs. I had known Rosalie since we were little kids learning our alephbets. Who did she think she was kidding? I knew she was trying to get my attention; she and Emmett were fighting, again. I really didn't fucking care, but it seemed Rosalie was on the warpath tonight; the warpath or maybe the rag. Perhaps both. She was being such a raging bitch. She kept glancing at the empty seat across from me, the seat Emmett would have been sitting in. I had already been subjected to her male bashing all night. I reminded myself to beat his ass - if I ever had social life again.

I kept my eyes on hers and didn't even glance down at her long legs in her short skirt. "I am taking a half day and coming in at three."

Working at the law firm had started off a little slow - orientation, filling out forms, but now I was working on a brief with one of the partners; luckily he was Jewish too. My hours had started out pretty light, in at 9 and out by 7, but in the second week they gradually began to increase with my workload and billable hours. Coming in at three in the afternoon meant that I would work until midnight and be back in at 7 AM the next morning; so much for the second day of Rosh Hashanah.

She sighed at my response and the Jewish guilt engulfed me. "What about your classes, Bells?" I asked, wondering if her classes had been canceled or not.

"I'm skipping classes tomorrow. A few of them are being rescheduled, but I have some reading to do in the afternoon," Bella shrugged.

Rosalie looked at Bella and then back at me, her eyes narrowing.

"How is school going?" Rosalie asked, her voice dripping with venom.

"Fine," Bella replied.

"What's Jacob doing for the holidays?" Rosalie asked, looking pointedly at Bella. What was she getting at? Who did she think she was, Diane Sawyer?

Bella paused. She fucking paused. What the hell was that? "He's flying home for Yom Kippur, but I think he'll be at the student center tonight and tomorrow." That just proves that kid is a dumbass. Who flies home for the one holiday where you don't eat? Everyone is miserable on Yom Kippur: it is the Day of Atonement and we're all moody from fasting.

"Wow! I guess you two must talk a lot?" I asked. Since starting my job, my time with Bella had been significantly reduced as we had both anticipated, but we never expected that we'd both be too tired to even talk. I had every plan to rectify this situation with dinner at a five star restaurant on Saturday night.

Bella slammed her fork down, causing it to clink against her parents' old dishes. "I told you that. He's in almost all of my classes and he is one of the few finance people who's actually nice to me. There's a whole group of guys in my class who are just – assholes. They were all analysts at big banks and this is some big rite of passage for them to be big investment bankers, work for hedge funds, or get their foot in the door of some venture capital firm. If you can't provide any value at all to them, they treat you like dirt. Then there are the girls who are these super sluts sleeping with these guys because they want a giant mansion in Connecticut in a few years or their only interest is in luxury marketing. When I tell them that I want to run a non-profit, they look at me like I have a cock growing out of my head. So, yes, Jake is one of the few people I hang out with and yes, he's my friend and no, you shouldn't feel threatened by this! Geez!"

Rosalie and I watched as Bella pushed her chair back from the table and stormed off to her room. I looked back at Rosalie; she was smirking. Bitch. "Should I go after her?" I mouthed, thinking she was going to say yes, but Rosalie shook her head.

"Give her a few minutes, she's just stressed out. Why are you so worked up over Jake? You know she loves you. You don't think that you having a young officemate, who happens to be female, bothers her too?"

Huh. I hadn't thought of that. I had mentioned Leah in passing to Bella, but I never saw her like that. We didn't even work for the same partner, but since we were both first year associates, they threw us in an office together. I did mention she was nice and we had lunch together a few times, but… "Fuck!"

"She'll be fine. So, has Emmett mentioned me at all?" Rosalie asked.

"Rose, if I haven't had time to speak with Bella that much, why would you think I would have had time to chat with Emmett about how you two are perfect for one another and are both too pigheaded to admit it? Don't do what I did, and fuck something up that was perfect, because you have too much pride. Listen, stop being a bitch. If Emmett says something is bothering him, talk about it and don't storm off. Which…" I pushed my chair back and walked to Bella's room.

I lightly tapped on the door, but instead of waiting for her to say it was okay, I twisted the handle and walked in. "Bella…"

She was sitting on her bed with her hands wrapped around her knees; she'd been crying. "I'm sorry," I cried out. I couldn't bear seeing her with tears in her eyes, it was like my kryptonite. Yeah, I'm totally pussy whipped.

"No, I'm sorry. I am acting all hormonal. I went back on the pill and it makes me insane. I hate it! You have to trust me. Jake and I are just friends."

"I do trust you, baby. I just miss you so much. We knew this was going to be hard, but anticipation and reality are two very different things." I walked over and sat next to her on the bed. She put her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around her.

"I trust you too," she said, kissing my neck.

"If the pills make you this crazy, then go off of them. We'll just have to be more careful." I paused and waited for her to insist that they weren't that bad, but she didn't. Although, I wouldn't mind if she got pregnant with my child. The idea of her belly swollen with my baby was making my dick twitch.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Come on, before we incur more of the wrath of Rosalie."

Bella pulled me back down on to the bed. "That bitch instigated this, she can wait," she said, bringing her lips down on mine.

I had to pull away before we took it too far –sex and the High Holidays just didn't mix. It was wrong.

BPOV

I loved sitting in the Rosh Hashanah service next to Edward. I even braided the fringe of his tallit. I think mine is at my parents' house. I don't see that many girls wearing them here. I used to braid my father's prayer shawl when I was little and never paid attention to the service. Even now, I flip through the prayer book and figure out which page the hymn, Adon Olam, is on. The singing was magnificent during the service and I really tried hard to pay attention.

I spied Jake a few rows in front of us, he even turned around and waved. I waved back and saw Edward give him a head nod. It was better than nothing. The rabbi's sermon focused on making decisions, growing up, and feeling a sense of loss to dreams that were once held but never realized. Overall, it wasn't a bad service, but I still missed our synagogue back on the Olympic Peninsula, even if my parents were no longer members and I hadn't been there in years. It was where I had met my best friends. As pre-teens, Alice, Rosalie and I ruled the women's bathroom; hanging out in there for half the service. We would hang out with the guys and a few of the other kids outside if it wasn't raining during the rabbi's sermon. I wondered how Rabbi Cope was doing.

I thought back and tried to remember the sermon from last year, but I couldn't. Every year the rabbis stand up and try to instill some nugget of thought to get you to change. How much had my life changed? Who I was a year ago wouldn't recognize who I am now if they met on a street. I looked over and grabbed Edward's hand, weaving my fingers through his.

After the service, we went back to Edward's apartment. We ate lunch there and cuddled together in his bed before he left to go to work and I went to school. We parted with promises to try harder, but I only received a simple "I love you" text from him that night. I kept reminding myself that we were both adjusting and it wouldn't always be like this, but telling myself one thing and believing it are two very different things. That was the first night I clutched one of Edward's t-shirts and cried myself to sleep.

The next day, I sat next to Jake in temple. He was definitely a good friend, but I had to keep reminding him I was in a relationship with Edward. Jake wouldn't relent and kept putting his arm around the back of my chair. He even chastised me for trying to braid the fringe of his tallit. When the service ended, we hung out and kibitzed with a few people we knew. I really wanted to go home and take a nap, maybe even sulk a little bit, but Jake pulled me into a diner to grab some lunch.

I tore up my straw wrapper as we waited for our food.

"Bella, why are you with him if he makes you this upset?" Jake asked, reaching out to grab my hands, but I moved them off the table and onto my lap.

"Jake, you don't understand the history that Edward and I have. We were together through most of undergrad. Almost all of my best college memories have Edward in them and we didn't even go to the same school."

"Wow, so you've been together for what – seven, eight years?" Well, we would have been, except… fuck, how do I explain this to him.

"Umm… no." I then proceeded to tell him the tale of how Edward and I had broken up, gone our separate ways, and then came back to one another again.

His mouth gaped when I explained why we broke up, but once I recounted what had occurred in a little bagel shop, he shook his head incredulously.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, Bella." I shrugged. What could I say? "No, I'm sorry for trying to mack on you before. Shit, I'm not…" He put his hands up in defense and then my phone beeped.

Edward: Finishing up work. You, me, apples, and honey – my place tonight?

Bella: Like you have to ask!

Jake noticed the smirk that's affixed on my face. "What's so funny?"

"Edward… Just when I think he's too busy to even have a relationship, he does these little things. You know, summer camp was a long time ago; you two may actually like one another now." I took a long sip of my soda.

He shrugged. "Maybe. So, how are those debits and credit coming for you?" he asked, changing the subject. I hated accounting. Hated it.

"Don't ask. I get it, but then sometimes the specifics confuse me."

Jake and I went on talking about school. I had a passing thought of trying to set Jake up with one of my friends, but we were so focused on talking about school that I forgot to mention it to him.

I remembered as I was going through reading for my Organizational Behavior course. It really had been too long since Edward and I had sex – reading about Porter's Five Forces was turning me on. Okay, so just the word "forces" was sort of doing it for me. I texted Edward to figure out what time he'd be home. It took him forever to even respond.

Edward: Leaving the office now. Starving!

Bella: I've got something for you to nosh on!

I smiled at the thought of Edward going down on me. A little nosh? He was starving; I could find something for him to eat.

I raided our tiny fridge and found several apples, sliced them quickly, placed them in a plastic bag. I then grabbed the half-filled bear shaped honey bottle from the other night and a Tupperware container filled with brisket. Edward could have it; I didn't want to see brisket for a long time. I was brisketed out. He could always go for more meat. I ran to my bedroom and threw a few more things into a bag and headed to Edward's. It felt like each time I went to his apartment, I was leaving more and more of my stuff there.

A few New York minutes later, I was knocking on Edward's door. Why didn't he just give me a key? Edward took his sweet time walking to the door and when he opened it, he looked awful, despite the fact that he was wearing only boxer briefs.

"Youbringfood?" he mumbled. I held up the cloth shopping bag in one hand and he grabbed it and went padding into the kitchen.

I had barely set my things down when he returned, his face buried in the Tupperware. So romantic. Not. Is this what we were becoming?

"How was your day?" I asked, already knowing it was long and he was tired. I plopped myself down on his couch. There was already a slight indentation in the cushion that seemed to match my butt.

"Brutal. I didn't even get a chance to eat lunch – I'm starving," he replied in between bites.

"I'm sorry to hear that." I started to unbutton my Oxford shirt. Not too far down, but enough to show a bit more cleavage. Edward sat down next to me, turning the TV on, and throwing the remote back onto the coffee table. Of course, it was on Fox News.

I groaned internally and sat there for a few minutes. I wasn't going to let us get this complacent, not without a fight. I had an idea, it was a bit campy, but Edward needed to wake the fuck up. Maybe it was because I had sat through High Holiday services with all the talk about being inscribed in the Book of Life and this is the time of year when Ha Shem would determine who would live and who would die over the next year. I wanted to live; I wanted to feel alive.

I grabbed the remote off the table and shut the babbling nonsense off.

"Hey…" Edward cried, not even looking up at me. I walked over to his entertainment system, spun the playlist on his iPod and found what I wanted.

The song was so overly cheesy, but this had always been on my dirty to-do list. As the intro played, I ran and brought back the bag of sliced apples and the honey bear. Edward watched me, his eyes following me as I went back and forth.

Pour some sugar on me…

Def Leppard started to sing as I straddled Edward, slowly drizzling the honey on his chest. He just looked at me like he was scared what my next move would be. I picked up an apple and ran it through the line of honey I had made on his chest. I brought the apple to mouth and then holding it with my teeth; I placed my mouth over his. He took the apple from my mouth like Adam taking from Eve.

As he slowly chewed the apple, I ran my tongue down his chest, licking up the honey. Of course, being me, I picked up a stray chest hair or two and that made me start to gag a little.

Okay, so I started wheezing like a sick cat so much so that I pulled myself off of him and ran for the bathroom. Fuck.

"Bella, what the hell was that?" Edward called out from the couch. He hadn't bothered to chase after me.

It took a few minutes but I finally coughed the hairs out. I walked back into the living room. The song was playing on repeat and Edward was sitting where I had left him on the couch, eating the apples from the bag. I just realized they had turned brown. Shit! I forgot to soak them in lemon juice.

"Hi," I said, shyly.

"Umm, hi? What the fuck was that?" He put his hands up to his sides, silently communicating what the fuck to me.

"I had all of these leftover apples and I missed you. I thought combining the two would be fun," I replied, jutting my lip out in an over-exaggerated pout.

"I'd kiss you right now, but I'm really sticky. Bells, you don't have to do stuff like that. I'm going to go shower and then we'll talk." He walked past me and shut the door, leaving me stunned.

I wanted to just leave and cry, but instead I allowed tears to stream down my face as I shut off his iPod and stripped to my pjs before climbing into his bed. I wasn't sure why, but when he finally emerged from the bathroom, I pretended I was asleep. I couldn't handle any more rejection that night.

Edward spent most of Saturday in the office, which was fine with me. We hadn't really spoken since the honey incident. I took my cue from him in the morning and he didn't broach the subject, so I didn't either. He did tell me wanted to take me to a nice restaurant for dinner. His first paycheck had come and he wanted to celebrate. I agreed and hoped that maybe he had just been tired.

Studying was pretty much useless as anxiety-ridden thoughts invaded my brain. I couldn't help but hate myself for falling into this trap again. Somehow I muddled through the day, though I was so miserable I had forgotten to eat. Yeah, I had become that girl.

I wanted to talk to my friends about the situation, but I wasn't sure who would understand. Rosalie was knee-deep in her own issues with Emmett, and Alice would only freak out about her wedding party being spoiled if Edward and I broke up. I thought about talking to my other friends, even Jake, but no one seemed to really fit the bill. For a brief moment I had considered calling my mom, but if she sensed any sign of trouble between Edward and me, she and Esme would be on the next flight out. I felt utterly alone and miserable.

Despite my melancholy mood, I dressed and even took the time to shave my legs for dinner. Edward arrived on time and instructed the cab to take us downtown to the West Village.

"It's the most romantic restaurant in New York City, Bella. I'm sorry work has sort of taken over my life," Edward explained in the cab, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as I nuzzled closer to him.

We were the youngest customers in the place. It seemed like every few minutes the waiters would be cheering on a happy couple, who had just become engaged. I really hoped that wasn't our purpose for coming here. As much as I was inching closer to wanting a forever with Edward, the past few weeks had proven to me that we had a long way to go.

Edward was oblivious to the proposing going on around us, luckily. Over dinner, he explained that he was working on a big case with one of the main partners at his firm and being given this assignment as a first-year associate was a very big deal. I felt like a jerk for being pissed off at him, like I was supposed to know all of this. Halfway through gorging myself on Long Island Duck, Edward reached into his pocket. My heart stopped beating for a split second, but instead of pulling out a velvet ring box, he pulled out buzzing blackberry. I started to laugh, and when I looked up to try to explain my spontaneous laughter, his eyes were focused on the screen.

"Ed-" I started to say, but was interrupted by Edward holding out a finger, indicating me to wait. My mouth remained agape as I watched his fingers glide around the tiny QWERTY keyboard.

"Sorry," he apologized, over and over again like that made it any less rude.

"Is it always going to be like this? Am I always going to have to share you with your work?"

He just stared at me blankly.

EPOV

I didn't know how to answer her. I wanted to say no, but I didn't want to lie to her either. "I don't know. Fuck, Bella, I'm working this hard for you." I wanted to give her everything – a house, nice cars, vacations… anything she wanted, I wanted to be able to provide for her.

"I just want you, Edward," she replied softly, her head facing down so that I couldn't see her eyes.

Fuck, she was crying; just tears, not wailing, so she wasn't making a scene. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Bells, I'm sorry about last night. I was just so tired and not in the mood. I want to spend time with you…" My pocket buzzed again, but I ignored it. "I need you to be patient with me, though. I'm just getting the hang of this and I need to learn balance."

My blackberry buzzed again and then it started ringing. The other diners turned around and were looking at us. I pulled it out and saw it was the partner calling. I had to take this. "Bella…"

"Take it," she said curtly, pulling her napkin to her face.

I sighed and walked away as I received an earful from the partner about additional work we were going to need to do for the case. Did he not realize it was Saturday night? After a lot of "yes, sirs", I finally returned to the table, knowing full well I was in the doghouse.

No amount of apologies seemed to make amends for my actions, even though she gave me the cold shoulder after I returned, she wasn't so mad that she didn't spend the night.

"Please, baby. How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" I pleaded with her as we lay in bed, an imaginary wall separating us.

"I don't know why I'm even here. You can say you are sorry, but you sure don't show it," she cried, rolling over, away from me.

Show, eh?

Moving to the foot of the bed, I started at her toes, sucking them in my mouth. I tried not to think about where they had been or the fact that I was sucking on them, but she sure did like it. My lips moved up her leg, as my tongue did a lap around her knee cap, I was slowly making my way up to the Promised Land.

I gently eased her panties down and began to suck away at her sweet pussy. Each taste elicited a stronger moan from her lips as she writhed under me. I worshipped her until she came, knowing I couldn't just apologize with a sex act.

When she was finished, I leaned over her and caressed her side. "Well, that's a start." She turned over and closed her eyes.

Each little thing I did over the next couple of weeks helped to chip away at the iceberg that had encased Bella. I tried as best as I could to be a little more attentive to her, but I couldn't sacrifice my work. I brought her flowers, I set a reminder to text or call her on nights I was working late, I tried to remember when she had tests and papers due, I even talked to Emmett to try to smooth things over with Rosalie. Despite my efforts and the time we tried to squeeze in to be with one another, it never seemed like enough. She knew I was trying, and I knew she was too, but we had both quickly come to loathe my Blackberry.

Thankfully, Yom Kippur was upon us, and the Day of Atonement meant seeking forgiveness from those you had wronged. She had to forgive me then. Of course, she did. She even forgave me when I yelled at her for eating in front of me while I was fasting. As I listened to the shofar being blown, marking the ending of the holiday, I was thankful not only to eat again, but to have her in my life. If we could make it through this adjustment stage, I knew we could make it through anything.

BPOV

He could blow his apologies out the end of his shofar! I was pretty sick of hearing him saying that he was sorry; it was becoming moot. He would apologize, but he never modified his behavior, which just made those words coming out his mouth meaningless. I tried to forgive him and start the year fresh, as is customary in the Jewish religion, but we weren't getting off on the right foot.

Luckily, Edward wasn't my whole life. Between classes, clubs, group projects, tons of happy hours, and the weekly Beer Blast that was held at school, I had plenty to keep me busy. I did expect to be texted back in a reasonable amount of time and not always have to initiate texts or phone calls.

Then there was Halloween. It was a pretty big fucking deal at Stern, being in Greenwich Village, where there was a huge parade. One of the clubs hosted a huge party at a local party space and I had purchased tickets for us to go. Edward had insisted he would be able to make it, but said he'd meet me there, so I gave him his ticket.

Of course, that night left me walking around the party in a Playboy bunny costume without my Hugh Hefner. Edward had texted me that he was running late. Luckily, Jake was there or else I would have been standing around trying to recognize people I knew from my classes.

"Whoa, look at you," Jake cried, pulling me into a big bear hug. He was dressed in a hoodie but it had a bear's face as the hoodie part.

"Hey Jake, what are you?" I asked, trying to figure out his costume. He flipped his hood up so that it covered his face and then flipped it back off.

"I'm a pedobear." It took me a few moments to realize what that meant, but seeing Jake's hulking form in this getup was quite a site.

"Great costume! I'm sure you are going to win for best costume," I shouted over the loud music.

"Where's Edward? He shouldn't let you out wearing that. Someone may get the wrong idea."

I looked around, hoping by some divine intervention Edward would come walking in, but he didn't. "He got stuck at work, he should be here soon. Hey, Jake, what do you think of me setting you up with someone? You are always hinting about how you hate being single. Why not let me help you out there?"

"Are you offering yourself to me?"

I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. "No, but I have a ton of single friends that I think would really like you."

"As long as they're as cool as you are. Hey, do you want to dance?" he shouted again. I nodded, as it beat standing around being gawked at by other students. Thankfully I wasn't even wearing a risqué costume compared with some of the other girls, but I still felt exposed.

I danced with Jake, but made sure to keep my distance; none of that bump and grind kind of dancing. The second a slow song came on, I conspicuously slipped out to check my phone, which was stuffed in my cleavage. Bunny costumes didn't have pockets. I knew one sure way to get Edward out of his office.

Bella: When are you getting here? Jake keeps trying to hit on me.

I waited a few moments before my phone beeped with his response.

Edward: Getting in a cab now.

I smiled and hung out by the bar while I awaited his arrival. My classmates were already stressing about summer internships. I had a few ideas about where I wanted to intern and luckily it wasn't at some big finance firm. The alcohol lessened any anger I had toward Edward being late. He worked; I got it.

"Fuck me hard," a familiar voice called out.

I turned around. "Edward, you came!" I ran up to him, more excited to see him than angry anymore.

"Not yet, but seeing you in this getup is definitely helping," he said, smirking, his lips meeting my mine and then quickly dragging around my mouth. "I am fighting off every caveman urge to throw you over my shoulder, take you home, and have my way with you."

"Come on, let me introduce you around and let's have fun." I pulled Edward toward the dance floor.

Edward took a genuine interest in meeting the people I went to school with, even the assholes. He later told me he wanted to be able to put faces to the names I talked about. It felt like he was really trying and apologies aside that was all I really wanted.

He couldn't keep his hands off of me in my little bunny costume. His Italian suit actually worked well as a costume with mine. Sure, he was no Hugh, but then why would Edward really need to be a creepy old man?

"Did you hear? Rosalie and Emmett made up, thankfully at his place," I told Edward.

"That's great news. I'm glad they're working it out."

"I'm glad they aren't the only ones." I replied, nuzzling Edward's neck.

"This is fun, but I want my special bunny performance," he said, grabbing at my ears, and then patting my tail.

"Honey?" I asked.

"Of course. Come on." Edward pulled me to the door and used his newfound New Yorker prowess to hail a cab. That night I finally fulfilled my lap dancing/honey sucking fantasy. I didn't even choke on Edward's chest hair. Better yet, we made love to Guns-n-Roses' Patience – one of Edward's fantasies and our newfound theme song.

AN: Reviews = smexy teasers; it's a symbiotic relationship. Brisket recipe is in my profile. You will come in your pants – it is that good.

Here is some more info on the Jewish stuff in this chapter. You can usually Google or go to Wikipedia for any term you are not familiar with:

Rosh Hashanah is the Jewish New Year. It is the first of the High Holidays or Yamim Noraim ("Days of Awe"), celebrated ten days before Yom Kippur.

Yom Kippur, also known as the Day of Atonement, is one of the holiest days of the year for the Jewish people. Its central themes are atonement and repentance. Jews traditionally observe this holy day with a 25-hour period of fasting and intensive prayer, often spending most of the day in synagogue services. Yom Kippur completes the annual period known in Judaism as the High Holy Days.

High Holy Days or High Holidays are used interchangeably.

A shofar is a horn, traditionally that of a ram, used for Jewish religious purposes. Shofar-blowing is incorporated in synagogue services on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.

Tallis/Tallit s a Jewish prayer shawl. The tallit is worn over the outer clothes. A tallit is worn during the morning prayers (Shacharit) on weekdays, Shabbat and holidays. The tallit has special twined and knotted fringes known as tzitzit attached to its four corners.

Alephbet, known variously by scholars as the Jewish script, square script, or block script is used in the writing of the Hebrew language, as well as other Jewish languages, most notably Yiddish, Ladino, and Judeo-Arabic.

In Judaism, the name of G-d ("Ha Shem") is more than a distinguishing title; it represents the Jewish conception of the divine nature, and of the relationship of God to the Jewish people and to the world.