It was the year 1942 the ghetto of Krakow was judenrien already, but there were two brothers hiding and trying to stay alive amidst all the insanity. The Yom Tov of peasach was approaching and those two brothers had to find a way to eat matzah. They found a way to make matzah, but with great mesiras nefes and found a little borscht that they would use instead of wine.
They sat down to their makeshift seder- To celebrate Klal Yisroels going out of Mitzraim. Instead of a beautiful laid table with the nicest silver, they sat down in an attic running from the Nazi beasts with Matzah that they sacrificed their lives for. The younger brother- a mere 21 year old calls to his brother that there is no way he can have a seder tonight. The sedar is to celebrate our freedom, our going out of exile- but here we sit, our lives in danger the tragedy unspeakable- our family is all gone, what kind of freedom are we celebrating tonight? The older brother answered that the 'cheiris olam'- the everlasting freedom that we gained on Peasach wasn't a physical freedom. Rather it's the spiritual freedom that was recognized. Peasach is the birth of a nation- not just any nation but the birth of a nation that Hashem could call his own. We celebrate something that no one can take away from us, a going out of slavery into the embracing hands of our father in heaven- having the zechus to be called 'eved Hashem'. With those words two brothers sat down to a Sedar that only had matzah and borsht but most probably was the most magnificent sedar ever experienced.
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With those words two brothers sat down to a Sedar that only had matzah and borsht but most probably was the most magnificent sedar ever experienced.
Zeidy used to say that it was the most beautiful seder he ever had.
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