Last year you came home to celebrate eid,
with you came happiness and peace,
laughter, and ease.
We talked so little,
’cause we were busy working and kind of awkward.
The distant between families had become our enemy.
We didn’t meet much maybe that’s why there was awkward silence.
We became friends a few months back
after our family came together.
After a long battle of egos,
we became friends.
But this eid I have no one.
Not you not your mom.
I miss you so much,
I wish I could see you once more.
Just one last time to tell you how much I love you and care about you, my baby sister.
This eid there are no laughters no ease,
no happiness and no peace.
We feel the awkward silence again
but this time it’s not because of the ego
or the family fights
but because this time,
there are two people less in the family to fight,
two people less to balance our lives.
This eid all we can do is remember the old times.
Last eid you came home,
this eid we are busy doing your death rites.
I miss you both…Poetry by Suzan khoja
Happy Eid Mubarak to all Muslims out there. Hang on, times are bad but we are together.