שֶׁקֶט The Haredi woman tells me my prayers aloud are poisonous to God. שֶׁקֶט The Haredi women’s whistles and screams are poisonous to my prayer. תקשיב I enter the holy space, ready to receive and embrace the new month, Elul. תקשיב Instead of embracing melody and neshama, I am bombarded with discord and fear. שֶׁקֶט…