Tuesday was Eid...the last hungry, hot, gruelling days of Ramadan came to an end and Eid began. Eid is one of the only times that I am sure to dedicate myself to a sleep over with my beautiful cousins...Eid is all about family, love and Allah...so anyway, Eid is an important time for me and every other muslim, practising or not!
Eid day is the only day of the year, that no matter what is going on in my disfunctional life I am somehow really happy...
Unfortunately it seems like every Eid something bad happens to me involving a guy...one left me to immigrate...one developed a bad attitude...one disappeared...the list goes on! Yet somehow, it means nothing to me on Eid day...after Eid I do the girly things like gossip about it with my mates, delete the guys numbers, messages and calls so as not to tempt myself, write about the rejection in my diary etc...but on Eid day, I am 12 again, happy as Larry with my new clothes and the knowledge that one of my uncles will give me money for Eid!!!
In Sudan the love of Eid and being a muslim is more evident...being a muslim country of course most of the country is celebrating....just like Christmas in London...another day I love to bits, yet never seem to enjoy for some reason...last christmas I was totally bored and got very little presents...the year before I was preparing to leave for Sudan and the love of my life became a thing of the past...no christmas has been perfect for me...but I love the food, no matter what I am going through the food is still bloody good.
This Eid I spent my days with my family laughing and joking and learning even more about where I come from...if only every day was Eid...so I am going to end this post with a big kul sana inta taybeen...hope each year is good to you...Eid Mubarek...lots of hugs xoxo
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