The fact that my first few posts were about Ramadhan and Eid al-Fitr baffles me.
Has it been really that long?
Eid al-Fitr, a year ago to me was the last time I could see my grandmother before going to Japan. It was probably the last time I could festively celebrate the day of glory.
The crisp smell of the suburban city, the familiar sound of Adzan from the mosque not a block away, and my mom, as always, jabbering, ushering the toddlers of the house to wake up and get ready to pray. My dad waking up earlier than usual, my aunt swiping the floor, and my uncle drinking coffee by the garden outside. Then, of course, there were the teenagers, all groggy from sleep, barely dragging our bodies outside the packed bedroom with 6 people inside.
I would never know when I can go back and enjoy the same routine I did for years.
The vivid colors and joyful smiles were replaced by books, laptop, and sore back from reading a psychology book that doesn’t really help with anything but for the sake of good research is there to torment me with theories I’d never understand.
I ate a bowl of fruit salad in replace of the spicy, and tangy soto served with satay and steamed goose with curry for the sake of saving money. A documentary in replace of the children running and laughing ridiculously while shooting fireworks in the broad daylight. Yes, you can’t see them, but it’s funny, and rediculous at the same time.
I’d pay to go back just for a day.
In the very end, we all still have responsibilities we have to do, trains we need to catch, deadlines we have to complete. And it doesn’t bother me for the sake of building my future.
Happy Eid al-Fitr to my family, friends, and all foreign students who too, didn’t have the chance to go home today. I look forward to next year,
cheers to our glorious day.