Today, two and a half years after October 7th, in the midst of a war with Iran, another war with Hezbollah, and a world that feels increasingly unstable, we sit down at the Seder table and try to make sense of it all.

It feels different this year. Not just because of the wars, or the headlines, or the constant tension that has become part of our daily lives, but because something has shifted—both inside us and around us.

I find myself going back to something I wrote on Pesach 2022—what I called my Zionist Haggadah.

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