Continuing our tradition of sharing reflections on Eid (see our posts from Eid-ul-Adha last year, in two parts, and from Eid-ul-Fitr this year), today we’ll be posting four reflections from Eid last week, written by Eren, Izzie, Krista, and Shireen.
This Eid-ul-Adha was the first one I have not attended salah. Due to recent knee surgery, attending the huge gathering in a sports complex didn’t seem like a smart move. Thousands of people were being ushered in and out quickly, to accommodate the next group of worshippers.
I couldn’t imagine Eid without the craziness in my house to stay up after Fajr salah and make sure everyone’s shalwar has an elastic, is ironed and we all have matching socks while my youngest sings “Labbayk” so loud we all have to yell over his voice. What was Eid without the sounds of hustling, bustling and warm greetings?
Seeing all the happy, joyous community gathered together excitedly in their moonsighting-best is a treat: gem-studded hijabs, shiny silks, wide-legged pants, starched kurtas, bejewelled abayas and whatever the latest fashions dictate.
I love the traditional chaos of women talking to other women during the khutbah that is being projected on a huge-screen TV The sargeant aunties troll the periphery and shush the chatty women. The many women take endless selfies and post them to whichever social media site with fun hashtags. I have no idea what the men are doing because we are separated by a huge divider (the ones that divide regulation size soccer fields into smaller fields).
The excited children are all dressed in scratchy outfits as their Moms try so desperately to tame their precious hairdos. Then there’s my favourite part: the eager and overreaching local politician who comes to wish us “Happy Eid Mubarak!” [Read more...]