It’s true that the days of Eid changes once one marries. Then there’s the never ending battle of which Eid with who’s family. Alhamdulillah, once I got married we sort of just winged it and so far, every Eid was special in it’s own way.
I remember my first Eid-ul-Fitr after getting married. We were having Eid with Mr M’s family and had my family over as well. We cooked the entire Eid lunch from scratch, something I’ve never done before. We were always just the accessories in the kitchen growing up, where my mum and aunts will be doing the actual cooking.
My most fondest Eid memories are mostly from my childhood and teens. This time of year was always spent with my dad’s family (mum is a revert, so there was no battle). My late aunt Aabeda, would never sleep the night of Eid (when the moon is sighted at sunset) and the food preparations would begin. She’d make everyone’s favourite dish and give in to all our whims and fancies. We must have been about sixteen or so, and being the most unconventional of the lot (and still is), my cousin (her son) and I wanted our jalebi to be blue (which she made) and not the traditional saffron colour. She’d begin her baking about 2 weeks prior to Eid and then hide the baked goods away from our sticky fingers. I do believe that if Instagram was around during her time….her laden tables would have broke the internet. She was a one in a million woman, with a heart of gold. She never hesitated to open up her home to any one. On the day of Eid, people will be in and out her house with a full belly and a treat to take home. There were many a times, where she would go without to ensure that the next person didn’t have to.
She was the glue in the family, and even though she was younger than dad, when she spoke, he would listen.
This post is in memory of my beautiful Aunty “Beda” I miss her tons and make dua that she receives the highest ranks in jannah (heaven).