An American Eid
Is not the holiday it should be
The savory smells of freshly fried pakoras and the sounds of laughing children fill the air. Women gather in colorful flocks, their dupattas fluttering in the wind as they raise their palms to display intricate henna designs. Men collect in corners, sipping fragrant cups of chai, exchanging stories of Eid celebrations from when they were children.
The day's heat has subsided with the sun, leaving room for the luminous moon to take its place. She glows brighter than any other night as if she knows that people across the world awaited her appearance eagerly just the night before on the night of the moon — Chandraat.
The night is cool and the energy is palpable. Vendors call out to patrons, making promises of warm samosas and cold rooh-afza. Pots of biryani are mixed and dumped onto the plates of drooling adults and children alike. Tables are full and seats become a rare commodity. A plethora of drink options are boasted on menus and signs, but most opt for the classic Pepsi or Fanta in a plastic bag with a straw.
The frequent exchanges of “Eid Mubarak” create a permanent buzz in the crowds. The look of joy and gratitude on people’s faces become a common and heartwarming sight. The smell of women’s perfumes wafts through the air as they give each other the customary hug and ask about each…
