Eid... a day whose name fills the heart with joy. Homes are filled with festivities, children's laughter, the fragrance of new clothes, and the sounds of prayers echo in the air. But are these joys really in everyone's destiny? Does every eye smile on Eid day?
When the Eid moon is sighted on the land of Palestine, more pain than joy awakens in the hearts of its people. That moon, which brings good news for us, refreshes the wounds of the past for them. The rubble of broken homes, deserted streets, and memories of lost loved ones—this is the reality of their Eid.
Where we will embrace each other after the Eid prayer, many people in Palestine will cry hugging the graves of their loved ones. Where there will be the aroma of dishes in our homes, a cloud of starvation will be looming in many homes. Instead of smiles on the faces of children, there will be shadows of fear, and in their eyes, there will be shadows of war instead of Eid dreams.
What kind of Eid is this in which the sounds of laughter are heard in some homes and sobs in others? What kind of joy is this that seems ashamed in the face of others' sorrow? The truth is that as long as the fire of oppression continues to burn in any corner of the world, our joys will not be complete.
We should remember these oppressed people in our Eid celebrations. Pray for them, feel their pain, and help them according to our ability. Because the real Eid is not just about wearing new clothes, but about mending broken hearts and wiping away tears.
In the end, my only question is
Will everyone celebrate Eid?
Maybe not…
As long as the mothers of Palestine and other oppressed Muslims are forced to put their children to sleep in the shadow of fear, as long as the children there are growing up in screams instead of laughter, the joy of Eid will remain incomplete.
۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔My dear Muslim brothers and sisters۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔
We all must pledge
That we were, are, and will remain partners in the joys and sorrows of Gaza
??Urooj Ji