Orah Mierov

My name is Orah Mierov, born and raised in New York. Growing up in a Bukharin home
taught me a lot about living life. It instilled in me the values of family, respect, and
resilience. Being surrounded by a loving family provided a strong foundation, but also
came with its own set of challenges. Despite the warmth of my family, I often felt lonely
without a sister. As a child, I didn’t have many friends and was bullied at school, which
made me feel like an outcast. I kept my feelings to myself and found comfort in talking
to myself and writing in my journal every night. Life is full of challenges and traumas,
and I learned the hard way that seeking help is crucial for healing. At 19, I thought I had
faced my greatest trauma, but life had other plans. After a few years of marriage, my
world was shattered when I lost my husband. This loss changed my life forever.
Waking up the next morning, I felt lost and confused, almost as if I were trapped in a
nightmare from which I couldn’t escape. I desperately wanted to return to the life I knew,
but this was my new reality. I felt utterly alone, unsure of where to turn or what to do.
The overwhelming sense of isolation made it hard to reach out. I couldn’t bring myself to
talk to anyone or even listen to their advice. I retreated into my own world, shutting
everyone out. Friends and family encouraged me to seek help, but I ignored them,
believing I could handle it on my own.
As the months passed, I realized that staying silent and avoiding help only deepened
my pain. I felt as if I were the only person in the world enduring such suffering. No one
seemed to understand my agony. I questioned God and everything that happened
during and after my marriage, but answers didn’t come easily.
Shame and embarrassment held me back. I was afraid to show my face, to put on a
brave smile, fearing the whispers and judgments of others. But then, I had a revelation: I
wasn’t living for the community—I needed to live for myself.
Seeking help wasn’t a sign of weakness; it was a step toward healing. And in that
journey, I discovered the strength to rebuild my life.
There came a moment when I realized that God placed me in this world and asigned
upon me these challenges to learn, grow, and ultimately help others. This epiphany is
why Bat Melech holds such a special place in my heart. It’s a sanctuary for women and
teens to feel comfortable sharing their pain and finding comfort in knowing they are not
alone.
Every story told here has the potential to heal another soul’s going through similar
struggles. Bat Melech isn’t just a place to seek help; it’s a haven to escape the
pressures of life. Here, you can sit with a good book, surrounded by a beautiful
environment and calming music, write down your feelings if you’re not ready to speak,
or simply unwind with a glass of wine or a cocktail.
This is my place of peace, and I want to share it with all of you.