Today is Eid-Ul-Fitr, one of the biggest festivals for Muslims. It’s a day of celebration at the end of Ramadhan, a day of joy and happiness. To me, Eid means attending the Eid Jamaat with my father (Jamaat – A group of Muslims offering prayers together). To me, Eid means visiting our relatives and friends and exchanging greetings with them. To me, Eid means inviting guests to our home and serving them mouth-watering dishes prepared by my mom. Whenever I think of a happy Eid, I go back to my old days when the world was not suffering from a deadly pandemic.
Never in my life did I imagine a time would come when we would have to celebrate Eid gloomily for two consecutive years.
Regardless of what I feel, the reality doesn’t change. The lives of millions of human beings come first, and I am aware of that. I am not insensitive to the catastrophe faced by my brothers and sisters across the globe. The thoughts of people dying from the virus and getting killed by armed conflicts do disturb me mentally to a great extent. I pray and hope that the situation comes back to normal and the violence comes to an end. Regardless of the difference in agendas, I pray for the sake of humanity. That’s all most teenagers like me can do.
Today is Eid. And I know that it will not be a normal Eid. Safety precautions come first, then the celebration. And here comes the question: What am I celebrating? Should I even celebrate?
I couldn’t fast because of the condition of my health. Gastric Ulcer is such a bad word. I thought that it went away completely, but it didn’t. Whenever I tried to fast (fast – abstain from food and drinks ) for a long duration, I got burning sensations in my chest. It inevitably leads me to stop fasting because it’ll be a disaster for me if a stomach ulcer gets worse. Regardless of my health, I felt sad because I, as a grownup, couldn’t complete an obligation upon me as a Muslim who is capable of fasting.
And it’s not even about me anymore. Every second, we see and hear horrific news about what’s happening in Israel-Palestine. I am not here to determine who is right and who is wrong. All I can care about is: People are getting killed amidst a pandemic, and this needs to stop. It hurts me when I see a child mopping away the blood of people on the floor. Imagine yourself in his situation. The child doesn’t understand politics or state agendas. What he does understand, however, is that he saw someone die a painful death and is going to live with this trauma for the rest of his life.
I was watching a video of Trevor Noah, a person whom I admire for his humor and personality. In the video, he talked about this issue from a different perspective, drawing my attention. No wonder why so many people admire him.
I feel guilty celebrating Eid while people are dying all over the globe. I know that a lot of people like me might be having this same feeling. Reading this article might make you feel sad, but I believe we all need to be human beings first and then anything else in this world. We all have our differences, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But can’t we create a world where we can co-exist in peace and harmony together?
Maybe we can. And I am looking forward to it, as an optimist. I might seem to be irrational, but sometimes it makes you feel a bit less guilty as a human being. Try being irrational sometimes.
Lastly, Eid Mubarak !
Let me know your thoughts on Eid. Remember, you matter to me. You matter to us.