I miss Eid :`(

I know Eid comes around every year… Now adays Eid is just another day for me…

I miss Eid like it used to be. I miss what Eid used to mean to us, what it represented back in the days. I miss anticipating Eid and the thrill that would consume me whenever i thought Eid was coming.

I miss my mother driving us around with our aunts from store to store, looking for Eid Dresses, finding that perfect ruffled Eid dress and feeling so happy you can fly.

I miss the aftermath, searching for perfect matching shoes, socks, tiny little bag and purse, perfect head band, perfect scrunchy or shaba9a or whatever that was to go in our hair… the process would take up the entire month of Ramadan as my mom had 3 girls to dress up. Thanks to my mother, we were always the BEST dressed children in any Eid, no one can rival my mothers style. and i am suspecting my mother and aunts competed on whose children were dressed the best :p

I miss My mother singing “El 3eed Hal Ehlalah” on the night before Eid while she used the fair “curling iron” to straighten my kesha. She only used it on my hair for Eid. I always remember the nights before Eid, sheer happiness and in ability to sleep in anticipation of the glorious day to come.

I miss the Eid mornings. My father having his Eid Breakfast and my mother flying around from one room to another trying to get us ready in time. We would dress in those lovely dresses and wear everything that went along with it… then we would stand in line by my mothers dressing table, she would put the gold bracelets and earrings and belts and ankelets and rings and necklace… then she would do our hair and put on our makeup. We always wore makeup for Eid… always lip stick, two round patches of blush, and some kohl.

I miss piling up in the car… the ruffles in our dresses taking up space and poking at us… there is something about those mornings when you first step out… something in the air that is happy and lovely… i miss my father driving us from house to house… i miss speculating on who will we see in the next house we go into… i miss making my entrance like a tiny little princess and every one cooing over me, my beauty, my dress and then handing me my Eidiya… a lovely green or blue bank note -10 KD were green, 5 KD were blue-

I miss stuffing my little bag with money, applying the rules of mathematics on them and counting how much did i get… my eyes going $_$ in the process… i miss my little plans to buy all the Barbies in the world with those money… throw in a couple of  MSX games… i remember some adults saying don’t count your money or you will lose some. To those adults i would now say Shako itkhar3oona? I always counted them nevertheless… i didn’t care…

I miss standing in circles with other children and declaring how much each of us has… hmm… my cousins who are mean always started before us so they would always have much more money and they would always always taunt me… scratch that i don’t miss that…

and what i miss the most… Na7no Wal A6fal… fighting the crowds to get there… flying around the shelves trying to locate the items from the catalog delivered a week ago for our sheer excitement… then going wild and buying everything our money would get us… my parents setting limits for us and making us return half the items-Drat- … us returning home and assembling/playing with our toys till we pass out from excitement… how lovely life was back then… how the simplest things would make us over the moon happy…

Now Eid for me means absolutely nothing except the ability to eat breakfast in the morning and tons of traffic. I truely miss the days when Eid felt like Eid… Does Eid still mean something to you?