After much confusion, with people announcing at zuhr that the moon had been sighted, then others saying it hadn’t, then Twitter saying it was ‘confirmed’ but the TV channels still displaying the “Ramadan Mubarak” messages – we finally got the message just after asr.
Every year there is much faff around which day we should celebrate it. We follow the sighting in Saudi, whereas some of my friends follow the sighting in Pakistan. There’s always a massive debate about who’s right and who’s wrong. Yet the majority of scholars accept that there is a genuine difference of opinion, and each opinion is just as valid – you just follow one and stick with it. Unity does not mean uniform after all!
It’s funny how the way we celebrate evolves with age. A few years ago the announcement of Eid would be welcomed with us jumping up and down in a circle and blasting Mubarak nasheeds. Now we rush to our phones, send out the Eid Mubarak texts, tweets and update our statuses. When I was a teenager I would spend the day with my friends, going from house-to-house, picking up the girl and moving on, together, to the next. In fact, my sisters are still doing that today. But at 23, most of my friends no longer live walking distance and sometimes people can’t get time off work.
The morning is spent at the mosque praying in congregation, the sense of community and unity warming your hearts as people hug and salaam each other. My local hand out balloons and sweets to all the kids. Once home, we eat a breakfast of fried food – samosas, handesh, boras. Delicious, homemade goodies that you can eat guilt free – because it’s Eid! This is only the start of the
fatty delightful food munching, and much of the day is spent eating delicious food.
My family spend Eid at one families house each year. Each family brings one dish and we all gather round around lunchtime and stay well into the night. The men leave for work, and the women cuddle up in one room, catch up, laughing and joking – the room buzzing with the chit chatter of over twenty women. The children play on the bikes or hide-and-seek outside, their screeching heard from inside. One child will inevitably destroy their outfit and get told off by their mum.
And us girls? We spend the majority of the day and evening getting dressed and the night taking pictures. Dressing up – for me – is defiantly one of the highlights of Eid. We wear traditional clothes, saris or beautiful dresses. This year I’m wearing a black kameez with red and gold patterns. The bangles and tiklies, the bindis and mehndi, the face full of makeup. And we end by going to our local dessert shop at midnight, bumping into friends we haven’t seen in a while and, of course, taking more pictures!
Eid Mubarak everyone. Hope you have a blessed fill day, full of laughter and scrummy food. How do you spend Eid?