Eid Mubarak or Blessed Eid (عيد مبارك) is a traditional Muslim greeting reserved for use on the festivals of Eid al-Adha and Eid al-Fitr. Eid means “celebration” and refers to the occasion itself, and Mubarak means “blessed”; for example, performing the Eid prayer. So Eid, meaning “celebration,” and Mubarak, meaning “Blessed” literally translates to wishing your friends a blessed holiday.
Hello friends, and a belated Eid Mubarak to all those who celebrated! For all those who don’t know, yesterday was Eid al-Fitr which marks the end of Ramadan, the month of fasting, and a serious celebration of feasting and friends! I’ll be honest, I wasn’t really looking forward to Ramadan this year for reasons that I can’t even put my finger on. I know I had a lot to look forward to, from good food to cute outfits; but the way my mom laid out the day for us the night before– during our final iftaar at Chili’s– something just didn’t feel right.
And you know what that was? I just really freaking missed my friends!
In my Bengali community friend group, I’ve always been the youngest. Last one to get out of middle school, last one to graduate high school, the last to get my driver’s license (although some of that is definitely on me since I waited till after a year of college to finally get it), and soon to be the last one to graduate college. I never minded it, it’s always nice to hang out with the cool older kids right? When they first got their driver’s licenses, they’d sneak us all out of the house during dawats or famil get-togethers that we used to have every week and drive us to get treats like boba, frozen yogurt, ice cream, Starbucks. Since I had, and still have, pretty strict parents and I’m a girl and not a boy, a lot of times my parents would be so hesitant to let me go– sometimes they’d even just flat out say no. And I mean those times would suck, and it was not fun to be the only little kid left behind while all the cool kids are out on their adventures. But they always fought their hardest to let me come with them, and even when I think about all our memories together– trying to escape the boredom upstairs during long family parties– I just feel so much love.
But in life, people grow up. I graduated high school and went to college locally– always free to come home and keep going to dawats. But the case wasn’t the same for most of my friends. They were in colleges far away, and needed to study instead of coming home, and just maybe didn’t have the time to waste at these dawats anymore– and that was all understandable, I’ve pulled my fair share of those excuses before too. But some moved really far away, some got jobs, some just got really busy. And for the last few years or so as the last of the cool kids, I can’t help but feeling like all these events don’t have the same charm that they used to. They haven’t been as fun, I haven’t looked forward to one like I used to when I was younger in a while, and they’ve delivered on being pretty average for the most part.
So that’s why I wasn’t really looking forward to Eid that much this year. After a full year of being super bored at parties, I didn’t want to go to 7 different ones in a day and socialize with a bunch of random people or children or ghosts because honestly, sometimes there just aren’t people my age there anymore! That’s why despite knowing I had 2 really cute outfits I was going to slay in tomorrow and there was going to be bowls upon bowls of haleem for me to eat, I just wasn’t hyped.
And so they day started at 6:30 AM when we all got ready for Eid prayer at 8; and then consequently missed Eid prayer by 10 minutes.
Though we were only there for a good 30 minutes (had to stay for a traditional Krispy Kreme doughnut of course), going to the mosque is always such a lovely experience. So many different cultures and communities coming together, different decked out styles of dress and jewelry in one place– and all of them were just so beautiful. It was great to be there, but at the time, it was only reinforcing the pessimistic thoughts in my head that day. I only saw 3 people I knew at the mosque that morning and didn’t get to talk to them for more than a minute. The other solid 29 minutes was just any other day– not the excitement that comes with Eid day.
Now if you don’t know, Eid is basically like every Muslim is having an open house, and you’ve got a checklist to get through. People will invite you over a week in advance and then the day of, you’ve got to get through the houses of seven aunties– and eat a little bit at each one– before you end the night with a final bang; a party at someone’s house. This year, it was at my friend Remie’s.
So my parents had actually lied! After prayer, they want to stop by Rupali Aunties’ house– even though I’m looking a little rough under their advisement. And they say it’ll be a quick in and out– but if you know brown parents, you know thats a damn lie. I didn’t mind though, it is their Eid after all, but once again my thoughts on the day were confirmed. I was tired and sleepy with none of my friends to talk to to keep me awake. Fortunately, one of my friends Shanin stopped by, but unfortunately, she left about 15 minutes later to run some errands. I loved my outfit of the day though, so I must show you how cute it is–
but because it was 107 degrees that morning and just wasn’t feeling it all, spiritually and physically, so I was grateful to come home.
At around 1-3 PM because the sun is just too hot and my parents left a smart break in the middle of their open house schedule, we got to take a break. I took off the minimal makeup I had, took a fat nap, woke up, watched a little Grey’s which ended up being the episode that Derek Shepard dies his tragic death, shut that show off because how dare you, Shonda??, and then started getting ready for part 2. Day to night means from a light morning outfit to a stunning dark one. And I don’t know if it was just God looking out for me or a miracle of the universe but I swear, the day fully starting around then.
Suddenly, my skin was feeling fine, makeup looked flawless as soon as I put it on, I was feeling myself, and then the game changer– my outfit. I swear to God, I put that shit on, and suddenly I felt like I could conquer the world. You ever pull some fabric over your head and suddenly feel like you just got some magical powers or some shit? Yeah, that was me after I put on my Eid outfit. Fierce! Stunning! Awesome! On point! Cute as hell! Ready to steal your man! Not really though, I’m not an asshole! I never ask anyone to take pictures of me– and I certainly never ask my brother to take posed pictures of me– but my ass was ready! I felt powerful!
Look at all these cute pics! But this wasn’t the moment that the day changed. The moment that the day changed was when I walked into Punam Aunties’ house; filled with all the familiar aunties and uncles that I’d grown up with, all the little kiddos that I’d seen grow up into young adults, and my two closest friends from when I was younger, Navin and Sabik. Navin usually never comes to parties but since this one was at his house, it was an exception to see him. And Sabik, first he went away to college on the East Coast, then a job in Texas, and then a new job in NorCal. He’s doing big things, but the last time I saw him was last fall when he came over to my house and ended up helping me craft the sickest clipboard ever made for a new member in Pi Phi. Our friendship has been through it’s fair share of ups and downs for sure, but seeing all of them, being in that space, picking up on that vibe– that’s when it felt like Eid. Being surrounded with people you love, people who feel like home, is the essence of this day. And I stayed at that house for a while because it was so good seeing them, and I knew I wouldn’t seem them again until later this summer– but it was okay. The day brought back a boatload of nostalgia, which felt like a gift, and so my day was made. I had a blast seeing them all again.
And I had a blast again when I saw Remie and a bunch of other people I don’t see enough at her house, and got to eat two bowls of her mom’s delicious haleem and talk and catch up with people I hadn’t seen in a while. And though I was nearly knocking out on the floor by that last hour that I was there, I got to catch up with Remie a little bit and set plans to see her in the future.
And all of that friendship? You know, it makes me sad on one hand because I know it won’t happen soon again like it used to happen every weekend. But I’m also happy. Because it made this Eid, Eid 2017, feel really good.
So once again, Eid Mubarak! Thank you for stopping by!
And so the day started at 6:30 (when I really started to regret being up till 3 looking at DIY videos on Facebook) when my whole family got up and started to get ready for Eid prayer. Normally we get all the way ready before Eid prayer– talking beat face, perfect hair, all the jewelry, the new uncomfy but poppin shoes, that whole nine yards– but I didn’t do that so early in the morning this year because 1) I was dying and 2) I was told we were gonna come back home before we went out again for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, even despite our best time-saving efforts, we missed the official Eid prayer by a solid 10 mins because we were parking and sat around the mosque hoping that there’d be a second prayer (spoiler alert, there wasn’t). What I was surprised by
ad a good time – what i did all day
the resolved nostalgia of the day
stories about what all of us would do when we were younger
now someone’s getting married, someone had a job in norcal, im going to graduate next year,