Splitting Seas, Drying Tears

They are three ordinary frum Jews with busy lives, jobs, and responsibilities. But they spent days and nights worrying about a shidduch system that leaves too many behind. With the support of gedolim and rabbanim, they’ve joined forces for a concerted and systematic effort to uncover the real roots of the crisis. Here is their evolving story.

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Monsey roads tend to be idyllic, dotted with the prototypical brick-blended-with-stucco homes and cars with “Thank You Hashem” bumper stickers in the driveway. An early morning walk might find you inhaling wisps of dew-soaked air, basking in the natural music of birds chirping, crickets singing and the occasional scurrying of deer from behind a cluster of trees.

But for the vice-president of one commercial security-integration company, it’s all an off-beat harmony to a far more dominant sound: The lonely cry for help from thousands who’ve done nothing wrong but suffer so much. He hears it wherever he goes; the pain of those hurt by the shidduch crisis, cranked to an earsplitting octave.

At some point he decided it was enough, it was time for something dramatic to happen.

Because Avi Schwab wants to hear the universe sing again.