I want to pray for the people of Palestine and Israel. I pray for peace on both sides. I pray that all of humanity starts looking at all the similarities they have with one another than their differences. Only then can we be more compassionate and accepting.

I wrote three different blogs for this week and I didn’t like any of them.

Today is the last day of Ramadan. Tomorrow will be EID!

I decided to write about an Eid memory.

I remember being eight or nine years old and my mother bought me a new outfit. It was olive-colored bell-bottom jeans and a long sleeve green top. She told me this was my Eid outfit.

Right after Ramadan, Muslims have three days of Eid. It is three days of celebration. Muslims usually attend the mosque on the first day of Eid and perform the Eid prayer. After, they wear their new and best attire and visit family members’ homes. Money or gifts are given to children.

For my family, on the first day of Eid, my father would always bring donuts for breakfast. My siblings and I would wake up and greet my parents. We would say “Eid Mubarak!” It was usually followed by a hug and a kiss. We would have breakfast together and then head out to the eldest family member’s home. In our case, it was my grandmother. The entire family would visit her home on the first day of Eid. The kids would run up to all the adults and say “can we have our Eidie?” This usually followed up with all the kids getting cash from the adults. We would have a big lunch! Afterward, all the kids would play until late into the evening while the adults chatted it up. It was a great time! Epic games of hide and seek, basketball and so much more.

On the second day of Eid, the entire family would go to the second eldest home, which was my aunt. The third day was usually spent at my home.

Being a kid was such a fun time. There were no cares in the world. It was just fun and games.

As I grew older, our Eid traditions changed. All the cousins started having issues with one another. The adults started having problems too. We broke away from each other because everyone changed.

Certain family members stopped fasting and others stopped coming to family gatherings.

Now, everyone in the family does their own thing for eid.

It makes me sad but I am grateful for the memories. I had the best time with my cousins and so many fun memories. Thank you, God, for those memories.

My favorite game was hide and seek. Sometimes I wish I could still play hide and seek. A big game with friends at the park.

Eid Mubarak to all my Muslim brothers and sister. May God accept your fast and prayers. God bless you all.



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