Inspirations for eid
Eid is a time to rejoice with friends and family. It is celebrated globally by all Muslims and is the time of blessings and joy. Eid in Pakistan however for the past couple of years has been overshadowed by many incidents one after the other. This time the horrors of Marriott blasts remained a reason why many people tagged this eid a ‘gloomy’ one. Its is easier to suggest ‘let go and be happy for a day’ ideology to someone but the pain and suffering cant be overlooked. Thus when I heard people say they aren’t celebrating eid I could understand their reasoning. It is constantly becoming harder everyday for a normal person to remain optimistic. Its become almost impossible to hope and look at the brighter side. Its like the bright and positive has been deliberately buried under the debris of constant suffering.
Everyone of us have our own attic of lessons learnt down the memory lane. For me I probably try to find optimism even in chaos. I must accept its pretty selfish of me to do so, as it gives me a place to escape to. Probably something to minimize the pain and suffering. This eid too while I saw people around me unhappy for many reasons, the selfish me waited for something or the other to spring up. It did , the images of a adolescent boy laughing,smiling,eating,playing and most of all breathing freely. Ahmad Siddiqui became my inspiration for this eid. After the 5 years of horrors in bargram jail with all the tortures that could torment a mind to loose its stability, there he was being a ‘kid’. There were no words of wisdom, no speeches demonstrating courage and yet the sight mesmerized me. There he was celebrating Eid with his family like any other child with the doors to all the horror shut tightly. Its one of those moments where one wishes to be able to act naïve for a moment. Dr. Fauzia Siddiqui being the woman that she is found a moment to smile and be happy. Taking care of the kids like any other khala would on a normal eid day and simultaneously reliving the horrors her sister’s been going through. As we grow older we let go of many things we possessed while young. The ability to ‘let go’ and to hope for the impossible seems ‘fairy talish’. It is strange however how the same fairy tale can become the real life story of a survivor. The taradiddle becomes a heroical account. Strange how we underestimate our abilities, how we keep rushing for bigger things while stampeding the little lessons learned in life.
It is one of these things that give me reasons to look forward. Reasons to believe there is still hope for me. Being the selfish I am I will find a way to build hope and draw inspiration solely for my own survival. Here’s hoping and praying on this eid that everyone of us finds a little something that motivates us to smile and cherish the blessings on this day and the days forward.













