Last week Jews around the world celebrated the holiday of Purim. To begin with, let me try and explain the meaning of the word Purim. Pur, singular, means some kind of lottery, but in a bad sense. Like Russian Roulette. The holiday is celebrated in honor of Queen Ester, a real figure who lived in Persia, what’s known today as Iran, a couple of thousand years ago. Haman, the bad guy in the story, planned to annihilate the Jewish people throughout the kingdom. Queen Ester undid the plan and exposed it. The Jews were saved.
As customary in Jewish holidays, particularly where victory over some enemies is involved, there’s food. Lots of it. In Purim, the food of the holiday is particularly strange. It’s called an Ear of Haman. Yes, no mistake. It’s a pastry, shaped like an ear, filled with a sweet and delicious filling (puppy is my favorite, but chocolate or nuts or all the above are also acceptable), and they are a reminder to the fate of Haman.
The children wear costumes. Adults too. And extremely unlikely to Jews, getting drunk is a good thing.
Shiri and Guy dressed as Indian children. Not with costumes, but with clothes we bought last year in Pushkar, Rishikesh and New Delhi… They had lots of fun, and so did we. Here are the pictures of my two little Indians…
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