My first Purim in Israel was almost 2 months ago. I still remember it, because it was when I finally learned the true meaning behind Purim. I used to not even think of it as an important day, just another one of those holidays where you dress up and have fun. I later found out it was so much more. It represents the story of when the Jews were threatened with their lives, yet again, and yet again they didn't give up. They fought for what we have today and they overcame that obstacle.
Jews have shown so much resilience, over and over again, and no matter how many times history repeats itself, and despite the amount of anti-Semitism, and regardless of the fact that we are such a small percentage of the world, we survived, and we fought for what we believed was ours and we won. For the first time in my life, Purim was not about finding the best costume or having some great party, it was about remembering another one of those times when Jews refused to give up and gave me the life I have today.
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