Eid holds fond memories in my head, bling, food, tokens, people, conversation. These five words comprise of what Eid is for me, a joyful occasion, an escape from Lahore, the proximity and embarrassment of being near a tween crush .. It is that one event throughout the year that I, even at a ripe age of almost 18, feel a childish excitement onto. Several memories stand out in my mind, several events are illuminated against the backdrop of my thoughts, and many a laughs have been due to this joyous occasion, Alhamdulillah. Living in a Muslim country is a great blessing, owing to the sense of solidarity and happiness that spreads all around during the rituals. Who doesn't love a break from reality, every now and then?
Though Eid definitely isn't what is used to be in my adolescence, there is no more that excitement and joy. It was a tradition, then to have matching tones of bangles to go with your clothes, and to sniff the henna in your hands all day. Now they're just childish joys in my heart. However, a part of me still is glad for Eid. Last year when I went to pray the Eid prayer at a local Mosque, I stood outside, leaning against the building afterwards, just breathing it all in- before rushing to give away the marbled cupcakes I had woken up early to bake.