What I find particularly beautiful about Eid is the unification it brings amongst us all. For one dayâ€”just one measly dayâ€”we can forgot our personal, political, material differences and embrace the togetherness of which Eid entails. Maybe itâ€™s just the Ramadan air, but the days and moments approaching this blessed day, I find are ones filled most with the hustling and bustling of friends, family, relatives, close acquaintances, and new ones. If you donâ€™t believe me, let me prove itâ€¦
The night before Eid, I had the pleasure of attending the Chaand Raat (aka â€œNight before Eid Partyyyâ€) and quite frankly, I wasnâ€™t looking forward to it. I felt that my years of swooning over Eid had fallen, just as it does when a little Christian boy finds out Santa doesnâ€™t exist. Still I went because my sister wanted to have henna done on her hands. And thus began my change towards the Eid celebration.
I remember going to the Mosque, same as I always do, and noticing a faint buzz roaming around. Then I saw the racks of clothing and the colored lights and the Halal food and the little booths filled with jewelry and little knick-knacks. The ambiance felt like the bustle of streets. I ended up helping out at the Henna booth when people began flooding in, and though the job was rather stressful, I loved itâ€”meeting the different people all there for the same reason as everybody else. I made new acquaintances, new friends, and most importantly, I made memories that allowed me to remember why Eid was so important to me in the past and why it still is.
I hope every Muslim, whether they are Sunni or Shia, Republican or Democrat, man or woman, that they had a satisfactory and rewarding Eid. I hope that we all notice the closeness that Ramadan brought to us all, and I especially hope we can keep it till the next one.