Yesterday in the sunset hours before iftar, I looked at the sky to see how it anticipated the darkness and gloom, with daylight’s rebellious colors still blazing. And I knew that even though the sun was setting, its yellow disk will begin to reappear on the morning of Eid.

I wake up repeating the Eid Takbeers: الله أكبر الله أكبر الله أكبر.

Then I run to the balcony, seeing the yellow threads of dawn gathering. It’s as if they are imposing their beauty they know will revive hearts and smiles because this evening comes with the brightest, sunniest news: Eid Al-Fitr is a day reserved for joy, a day in which no one can think, even for a short while, of anything but happiness.

During the final days of Ramadan, we pay Zakat Al-Fitr. These days are integral parts of a healing journey that we make by drawing the features of its paths on ourselves.

We dedicate every moment of our time giving love and energy to God.

How great He is in giving back!

On the day of Eid Al-Fitr, my spirit leaves my body like a bird flying around the country. We Have On This Earth What Makes Life Worth Living.

Beauty is evident in our hearts at the first Takbeer of the Eid prayer. Everyone greets each other and wishes long-lasting, happy years to all. Then the visits and greetings begin. We start with our relatives: chatting, laughing together at one table with a cup of coffee, and eating Eid Ka’ak: biscuits that my mother, aunts, and all the neighborhood women make with love and mastery.

I wait for a picture with my parents and – as if it was the first time this euphoric madness pushes me to start over again, to be renewed – I declare the victory of pure abandon in this moment of joy.

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