A walk down eid memory lane

7:50 am and it’s the morning of Eid!

I can hear my dad’s footsteps coming from the courtyard.  He opens the door to our bungalow, walks past the living room, “mo tin lo o” (I am leaving!) he shouts. 

He is in his signature pristine white Thowb and he’s making his way to the car.

Pan to the girls’ bedroom and it is utter chaos! 

I am sitting on the bed fuming and pouting like there’s no tomorrow! The rubbish tailor has taken liberties with my outfit AGAIN!! I TOLD her that I didn’t want shape darts on my top, yet there they are! I told her I didn’t want a 6-piece skirt style like my sister’s, yet, there it is!! 😡😡

 We’ve all woken up too late and as there is only one bathroom for us 3 girls to share in our en-suite bedroom, my aunt is still in the shower, frantically chucking cold water on herself, trying to get ready in record time!

Cut scene to my mum’s room and she is still in her slip dress!😱🙆🏾‍♀️🙆🏾‍♀️, arranging her rings and necklaces and waiting for the (rubbish) tailor to return her outfit that needed last-minute adjustments! 

Honk honk!! “Ma ja yin le oo” ( I will leave without all of you!), my dad bellows from the car again! 

In the midst of all this chaos, my big brother leisurely saunters out of his bedroom, impeccably dressed in his white thowb, Timberland boots and with an added pep in his step! He is completely chill. The whirlwind going on in the opposite and adjacent bedrooms seems to have gone right over his head!😎😎

After incessant blaring of horns, engine revs and the gates to the house being dramatically flung open, (just to drive home the point that we WILL be left behind), the women of the house finally stumble out of the house, pulling at skirts, adjusting hijabs, and rearranging geles and strapping shoes on.🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

The drive to the prayer ground is a mixture of F1 and rally style racing 🏎💨💨🤐🥴🤕

We finally make it to the Eid Prayer and the Imaam is already saying the 4th Takbir of the fist Rakah! We all pour out of the car to join the jamah, frantically trying to find spaces to spread our mats. We barely catch the Ruku’ but alhamdulillah we made it!🙌🏾🙌🏾

The prayer is over, the Imam delivers the Khutbah and the festivities begin! 💃🏾💃🏾

“A ku odun oo… emi a sopo oo”!! We greet our friends, neighbors and family 🎉🎉

Growing up, This is what Eid mornings looked like for me (90% of the time) and it was as manic as it was fun! I cherish these memories dearly. 

I am now making new memories with my husband and children and I hope that when they are older and starting families of their own, they will look back at all the things we are doing now, with fondness and smiles on their faces! 

Eid Mubaarak to everyone celebrating! Taqaballahu minni wa mink

🧡 and ✨

Sara

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