A thread on childhood eid
I used to spend every Eid at grandma's until a few years ago when med life hit me at full speed.
A typical eid morning would be nanu rushing into my room, dragging me out of bed (eventhough I probably slept like an hour ago, coz ramadan life). She'd...

then proceed to instruct the servants to scrub and organize every inch of my room, with me vehemently protesting, because who on eid day will ever venture to my room in the furthest corner of the house. So far only a handful of my closest friends can claim they have seen my room

She would then push me out to ho take a shower, because wet hair is not an excuse to miss eid prayer. After some running around, to find an empty washroom in the entire house, because obviously it is eid and you have a disproportionate washroom to people ratio, you finally find..

one, only to realize, the hot water plumbing cannot cope with again, that very disproportionate ratio. So you tolerate the freezing water, because it is eid morning afterall. Then we head out amidst a lot of chaos, since it is no easy task to herd so many people out of a house

While the rest of the family with younger children, try to keep a head count, my grandma ensures that everyone has their own prayer mat, because none of us are praying on wet grass with our eid outfits. We finally make it just in time to the vast open radio centre field, where

The eid prayer is held. After the prayer, it's the whole round of eid greetings and we walk back. We used to always try to follow the sunnah of taking a different path back, and we would all take the back road and enter the house through an entrance where nist if the time,

We would have to wait forever because obviously we forgot the keys to the back door. Someone needs to holler to get someone to open it for us. Usually the job of the loudest cousin. Once back inside, now it's time to go change into our 'real' eid outfit. We always did a quick

job of it, because we needed to rush and collect eidi ASAP. After making the rounds of every family member and feeling quite rich, we gather together at the table to have the myriad of food that magically appeared in the eid morning. We were always unaware of the labor of love

That went into making it all. After quite a few outfit changes, and a few calls to the different houses in our vicinity, we would conclude the day. What really did not seem to be a big deal back then now seems like a memory worth cherishing. Now I linger for that freezing

morning shower, I miss my nanu dragging me out of bed in an ungodly hour, I miss that camaraderie among cousins, the magical table laden with food and most importantly, the eid prayer on dew covered grass. We really do not appreciate what we have until it is only a faint memory

Long for that*