A Sad Eid is Still Eid

And some thoughts on life...

First of all, to my Muslim readers, I wish you Eid Mubarak. For those of you who are not familiar, Eid marks the end of the month of Ramadan during which Muslims all over the world fast from sunrise to sunset for 30 days.

Eid is our gift from Allah, to celebrate with our loved ones. On Eid day, we dress up in our best clothes, have breakfast and give Eidi (money or gifts) to our kids. It’s a joyous celebration, one filled with happiness and love.

I’ve been forutnate enough to have had beautiful and happy Eids in all my 38 years in this world. And I hope to have many more such happy occasions too. With my family and my kids, and everyone that I’ve loved in this life. This Eid however, is not like the others. And now I know just how blessed I was all those years.

As it happens, life cannot always be filled with joy and happiness, because otherwise how would we ever know what true happiness is if we don’t experience grief from time to time? So, no I’m not here to whine or complain of these current times in my life.

While I’m not ready to go into many details yet, seven days ago my life turned completely around, and it’s been a journey to say the least. A path which I never thought I would end up on.

I’ve been swept up in a hurricane of emotions that’s not yet ready to let me go, but I hope to land safely on my feet once I’ve adjusted to my new reality. I am getting there. But there’s still a ways to go.

Eid-ul-Fitr 2025 has not arrived for me as I was expecting it. If I’m being honest, it’s hard to wrap my head around this new situation; there are so many unknowns at this point in my life.

There’s a lot of questions swirling in my mind, all of which I don’t know any answers to. All I want is answers, but life has dealt me a card where I have no choice but to be patient. But patience is a hard virtue to come by. Perhaps the hardest one to come by. I’m trying, I’m trying so hard. But I’m not there yet.

So for now all I can do is to hold onto hope, with all my strength. Sometimes that’s the only way to deal with life. And as the days slowly creep by, I wait for answers. Answers that I’m hoping for. The ones that I so desperately want and need.

So where does that leave me and my writing? I had many plans for 2025, but life always has its own plans, which is fine. I can’t complain, because life has given me countless blessings. And that’s how this life works anyway.

My hope is to be able to continue writing on Enchanted Letters, sending you guys newsletters as regularly as I can. Because writing is my happy place. It helps me cope with my emotions, and it helps me internalize all my thoughts. Writing gives me joy. Writing lets me dream. And right now dreams are all I have. So I will dream fiercely and unabashedly.

And last but not least, writing gives me hope, because even though I cannot write my own story, I can write the things I hope and wish for. And maybe, just maybe, they will come true.

Wishing you a wonderful day,

Wajeeha