Eli Weiss steps out of a taxi in the heart of Shanghai, his suitcase rolling behind him. He pauses, taking in the city’s blend of ancient temples and modern towers, feeling the pulse of a place both foreign and electric. The streets are lined with red lanterns and the aroma of jasmine tea floats on the breeze. Turning to his family, he smiles at the adventure ahead.
Eli Weiss unpacks challah and wine from his bag while his friends chatter in Mandarin and English, helping to set the table with blue-and-white porcelain plates. His mother gently shapes dough, while his father lights fragrant candles. Laughter fills the room as everyone shares stories of their journeys, the clatter of chopsticks mixing with the familiar hum of Shabbat melodies.
Eli Weiss stands beside his mother, watching her hands as she circles the candles. With a deep breath, he joins in the blessing, the words weaving through accents and languages but holding the same meaning. "Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech Ha’olam..." The flame dances, and for a moment, the city outside fades into quiet reverence.
Everyone gathers around, passing food and pouring wine, their laughter echoing against the high ceiling. "It’s amazing how Shabbat brings us together, no matter where we are," Eli Weiss remarks, breaking bread and sharing memories from home. Stories mix with tastes—sweet hoisin sauce and honeyed apples—as the meal stretches into the night.
Eli Weiss gazes out at the Shanghai skyline, the Bund glowing in the distance. "I never imagined we’d have Shabbat here, but it feels just as sacred," he says, his voice soft. His friends and family exchange smiles, realizing how tradition can transform any space into home.
Hugs are exchanged, promises made to gather again soon. Eli Weiss lingers at the doorway, feeling both gratitude and longing—a connection that stretches across continents. As he steps into the Shanghai night, the warmth of Shabbat remains with him, a beacon amid the city’s endless possibilities.
