Count­ing the Stones: What Səgd (ስግድ) Teach­es Us About Solidarity

Cel­e­brat­ing the hol­i­day of Səgd in Jerusalem, 2022 (Pho­to by Lizzy Shaanan via Wiki­Me­dia Commons)

Shu­la Mola, November 5, 2026

Not long ago, I heard a sto­ry about why women car­ried stones up the moun­tain dur­ing Səgd, the Ethiopi­an Jew­ish hol­i­day of renew­ing the covenant with God.

I grew up know­ing that peo­ple car­ried stones as they climbed the moun­tain. Ethiopi­an Jews ascend­ed dressed in white, hav­ing pre­pared through rit­u­als of purifi­ca­tion. The stones sym­bol­ized the sack­cloth described in the books of Ezra and Nehemi­ah, express­ing humil­i­ty before God as part of col­lec­tive repen­tance and renewal.

But the sto­ry I recent­ly heard offered anoth­er meaning.

At the top of the moun­tain women would place their stones in piles. These piles, I was told, helped peo­ple rec­og­nize how many had come to cel­e­brate Səgd. If there were few­er stones than the year before, ques­tions followed.

What had happened?

Had drought struck a vil­lage? Had dis­ease tak­en lives? Had fam­i­lies suf­fered hard­ship? Had some drift­ed away from Jew­ish life, or had a vil­lage aban­doned its traditions?

Ask­ing about the well-being of oth­er vil­lages was a famil­iar part of Səgd. Peo­ple exchanged news, lis­tened to accounts of hard­ship, and learned who need­ed mate­r­i­al assis­tance or spir­i­tu­al sup­port. What was new to me was the sug­ges­tion that the stones them­selves helped prompt those ques­tions. I have been think­ing about that sto­ry ever since.

The stones were not sim­ply count­ed. They invit­ed peo­ple to notice who was absent.

Səgd is often described as a hol­i­day of long­ing for Jerusalem, a cel­e­bra­tion of Ethiopi­an Jew­ish faith and per­se­ver­ance. But it also car­ries a social mes­sage, that the well-being of an indi­vid­ual can­not be sep­a­rat­ed from that of the com­mu­ni­ty. The ques­tion was not only whether I had ful­filled my reli­gious oblig­a­tions, but whether my neigh­bors could ful­fill theirs, and whether some­one need­ed help.

This year, that under­stand­ing of Səgd feels espe­cial­ly urgent.

Israel is expe­ri­enc­ing pro­found inter­nal divi­sions. Many Jews around the world feel increas­ing­ly iso­lat­ed. Rela­tions between Israel and parts of the inter­na­tion­al com­mu­ni­ty have become strained. Dis­agree­ments about Israel, war, jus­tice, and respon­si­bil­i­ty have some­times made it dif­fi­cult for Jews even to speak to one another.

What if, instead of ask­ing only who stands with us, we began ask­ing who is miss­ing, who is hurt­ing, and why?

I think of Haiman­ot Kas­sau, a nine-year-old Ethiopi­an-Israeli girl who dis­ap­peared from the grounds of an immi­grant absorp­tion cen­ter in Safed in Feb­ru­ary 2024. Near­ly three years lat­er, she is still miss­ing. Her fam­i­ly con­tin­ues to search for her and demand answers.

I have been involved in their strug­gle, and I won­der what it means for a soci­ety to con­tin­ue car­ing when time pass­es and atten­tion moves elsewhere.

If we were count­ing the stones today, would we notice hers was miss­ing? Would we ask what hap­pened? Would we keep ask­ing until we had an answer?

Sol­i­dar­i­ty is not sim­ply a feel­ing of togeth­er­ness. Nor does it mean defend­ing every­thing done in the name of our com­mu­ni­ty. Some­times it requires con­fronting painful truths about our­selves. It demands atten­tion, account­abil­i­ty, and action.

As a child in Ethiopia, I imag­ined the Land of Israel as a place where women, men, chil­dren, and elders lived togeth­er. No one pushed any­one aside. No one humil­i­at­ed any­one. Every­one had a place. There was abun­dance, but no one took more than they needed.

That was the Jerusalem I car­ried with me long before I arrived in Israel.

I still think about that imag­ined place. Not because I expect a world with­out con­flict, but because we need a moral vision against which to exam­ine the world we have built.

Per­haps this is the gift Səgd offers us in 2026.

The covenant with God can­not be sep­a­rat­ed from our oblig­a­tions to one anoth­er. If the stones teach us to notice those miss­ing from our own com­mu­ni­ty, they must also teach us to rec­og­nize the suf­fer­ing of those beyond it. Oth­er­wise, sol­i­dar­i­ty risks becom­ing anoth­er name for loy­al­ty to our­selves. We live among oth­er peo­ples, not above them or apart from human­i­ty. Our future is bound to theirs.

The stones remind us to count dif­fer­ent­ly: not to mea­sure our strength by how many stand with us, but to notice who is absent, to ask why, and to take responsibility.

A covenant is not mea­sured only by those who gath­er to renew it. It is also mea­sured by what they do for those who can­not be there.

Shu­la Mola is an Ethiopi­an-Israeli schol­ar, edu­ca­tor, and human rights activist. Her research explores Ethiopi­an Jew­ish tra­di­tions, iden­ti­ty, and social inequal­i­ty. She is a for­mer Chair­per­son of the Asso­ci­a­tion for Ethiopi­an Jews, co-founder of Moth­ers on Guard, and board mem­ber of the New Israel Fund. She cur­rent­ly teach­es and con­ducts research at the Hebrew Uni­ver­si­ty of Jerusalem. This essay was originally published by Jewish Book Council. JBC enriches and educates the community through public programming, weekly reviews and essays, discussion questions, over twenty literary awards, and our Nu Reads book subscription series.

Sigd, a day of return

Hirut Yosef

Friday evening is erev Sigd; 29 Cheshvan 5785 in the Jewish calendar begining on November 29 in the 2024 Gregorian calendar. This holiday, preserved in the Beta Israel (Ethiopian Jewish) tradition, became a national Israeli holiday in 2008. Despite celebrating many Israeli holidays in the United States of America, Sigd was not among them. I learned of Sigd as my insistence on bringing my full self into my Judaism grew beyond the confines of Ashkenormative settings with too many moments conveying that I am not enough. Sigd was one small way to hold my Jewishness with threads towards other cultural identities, including an African-ness historically severed from everyday familial consciousness, like many affected by the transatlantic slave trade.

So, when Jews of Color Sanctuary launched in 2019, it happened during a small community event celebrating Sigd. The following year I was living in Israel and excited to celebrate Sigd again. The large gathering typically planned for the Tayelet promenade overlooking Jerusalem was affected by the coronavirus pandemic. It was challenging to find revised events as a visitor who is not a member of the Beta Israel community. I thought all of Israel would be celebrating, but found no outward signs. If you didn’t know it was Sigd, you wouldn’t know it was a holiday. Asking folks at my yeshiva revealed a belief that the holiday was cancelled. I was shocked because we had just gone through the high holy days which were changed, but not cancelled. I had even heard many stories of events like weddings, b-mitzvot, brit milot still happening. Why was it easy to believe that Sigd would just be skipped?

I thought of how some are happy to have a Martin Luther King Day off of work but don’t hold any part of the day in observance. Sigd appeared to be a national holiday in name with more to the story. Researching for the Jews of Color Sanctuary launch revealed a desire of Beta Israelim for all Jews to celebrate Sigd. I sensed a pride in having preserved this history for Judaism. That invitation made me feel brave in my previous observance. Now, far away from home, when I thought I would attend events out of many scheduled throughout Israel, I couldn’t find one. I was heartbroken and angry.

I took the day off of school and dedicated myself to figuring out something! Before traveling to Israel, I had found a North American Beta Israel organization. Through those attempts to connect with Jewish people of color in Israel before I arrived, I met a person who invited me into celebration and later became a friend. As with many things in life, despite the tragedy in the moment, I am grateful for gifts acquired through the journey.

I think of Sigd as a holiday of return. During Rosh Hashanah this year, I thought a lot about where I am returning to? More and more, my sense of return is less about a physical journey than an internal one, something I may spend a lifetime figuring out. In thinking about all of the things that had to come together to make me into the person I am today and bring me to the moment and place where I am at this very moment, gives me a lot of gratitude about the interrelationship between things. Without the events that caused my parents to meet, I would not be here. My reaching for Sigd as a way to hold my full self within Judaism happened along a trajectory that continues to reveal itself… or maybe, is my path of return. I am grateful that I have company along the way as I continue to figure it out.

I invite you to join me. One exciting opportunity is the Bilhah Zilpah Homecoming this Sunday December 1. We will prepare to welcome Bilhah and Zilpah for their return to the Torah during parashat Vayeitzei (and a little celebration of Sigd / JoC Sanctuary anniversary). Bilhah and Zilpah offer a rich lens to explore biblical experiences that remain a reality today, such as surviving marginalization, being in sisterhood, and striving towards abolition.

Wishing you a meaningful Sigd with engaged learning about the holiday and the Beta Israel. The image opening this post is by Hirut Yosef who emigrated from Ethiopia to Israel and has also lived in Turkey, the USA, and elsewhere. Hirut uses her art to explore the relationship between Ethiopia, Israel, and other places she has lived, as well as return in a variety of ways. May your return take you where you need to be.

Shabbat Shalom v’Chag Sigd Sameakh