Make hamentaschen.

Yes, Purim is over. Make them anyway.

Because hamentaschen were never just for a holiday. They are a response to something permanent. Every generation produces its own Haman. Today it comes dressed as an Iranian proxy war, spread across governments and militias that still build their purpose around destroying the Jewish people and the Jewish state.

The language changes. The intent does not.

So make hamentaschen.

Out of season. On purpose. As a refusal to let Jewish life run only on the calendar of threats. The lesson of Purim does not expire in Adar. It lives in every moment when enemies of the Jews believe time is on their side.

Knead the dough. Fill it. Fold it. Bake it.

There is something defiant in that simplicity. Jewish survival has never rested only on armies, though they matter. It lives in continuity. In ritual. In memory. In the quiet insistence on remaining who we are while others plan our disappearance.

That is what they never understand.

So make hamentaschen. Feed your family. Share them with friends. Mark the fact that Jewish life continues on its own terms, not theirs.

And pray.

Pray that those who seek Jewish destruction are defeated. Pray that their power breaks. Pray that the story ends the way it did before.

Purim is over. The story is not.

Make hamentaschen.