Dear friends! A belated Eid Mubarak to you! For those who don't know, we Muslims recently celebrated the completion of the holy month of Ramadan (month of fasting). The celebration that commemorates the end of this month is called Eid-ul-Fitr and to wish someone a happy Eid, you simply say, "Eid Mubarak"!
We celebrated on June 5th (at my parents' home) and so much has happened since then (parties, my cousin's religious marriage, Khizar and I getting sick for a week, roadtrip, etc.) that I have failed to get to this blog post until now. But you know what they say, better late than never!
My entire Eid and the process of blogging about it has felt like one big game of expectation vs. reality. Well, come to think of it, motherhood feels like that often, it seems. You plan and prepare and then plan some more, and somehow, life still has a funny way of teaching you to just roll with the punches.
So, in honor of life not always going to plan (and being completely okay with it, don't get me wrong!), I thought it would be funny to recap Khizar's first Eid by documenting my expectations vs. the reality that was our Chaand Raat (the night before Eid) and Eid day. God willing, Khizar will enjoy reading this account when he's a little bit older!
Chaand Raat
Expectation: I had a lot of (perhaps overly ambitious) plans for Chaand Raat. I had already taken into account that applying mehndi (henna) would be too difficult since I wake up to feed Khizar about 2-3 times during the night, so leaving it on to wait for the color to develop would just get messy. So, I decided to do a face mask and a manicure/pedicure. Easy enough, right?
Reality: I wrapped up dinner, helped clean the house for the following day, and mixed up the clay face mask, a gift from my good friend, Sunna. I made enough, so my whole family used it (including my dad!) and we had great fun laughing about how funny we looked with them on. I had just started washing my mask off when Khizoo woke up hungry. I rushed to wash all the clay off (harder than it looks) and fed Khizar...and knocked out because I was just that tired. I forgot to moisturize after the mask, so my face didn't feel the best in the morning, but the mask itself was good. Just don't forget to moisturize, kids! I didn't get a chance to do my nails. It's the one thing I slack on since becoming a mom. It's so tricky to find that perfect window of time when I won't have to tend to Khizar for long enough to let my nail polish dry properly. I spent most of the following morning convincing myself I look better without polish anyway haha.
Eid Day
Our Eid day consisted of going to the mosque for Eid prayer in the morning, staying for lunch, and hosting our extended family at my parents' home in the evening.
Khizar wore a white shalwar kameez (traditional Pakistani outfit) that my mom got for him from Pakistan and brown dress shoes, a gift from my lovely friend, Khaula.
I wore a cream colored dress with not a lot of embellishment, so that my little Khizar wouldn't be uncomfortable when I held him. I decided I would wear something fancier in the evening for our family party at home (more on that later). Khizar did great during Eid sermon and prayer, but as soon as it ended and people started socializing, he got really overwhelmed and fussy. I also think he sensed that it was a special day because he had naturally woken up early and hadn't taken any naps, which made him a not-so-happy camper for the remainder of our time at the masjid. I didn't really chat with anyone because I went to a quiet place to try to put him to sleep, which never happened, so plus side, Khizar and I played with his Eid goodie bag and got ample time to take photos :)
Expectation: I had planned two outfits for Eid, ironed them, and set aside the matching jewelry for each days in advance. I would wear a comfy dress to the mosque and then change into my fancier one at home where I could easily change if Khizar got uncomfortable.
Reality: The second outfit never happened. Khizar's sleep deprivation and ensuing fussiness made for one tired baby and one very tired mama. By the time we got home, I was exhausted and hot and still had so much to do to prepare for the party. I changed into my pajamas and got to work. By the time the guests were to arrive, Khizar still hadn't been able to take a proper nap and wasn't very happy. I heard the doorbell ring, quickly changed back into my mosque outift, and decided to let Khizar play with the guests while we set up dinner, hoping he would tire himself out enough to fall asleep.
Khizar did finally fall asleep with the help of Gogo Khala (my little sister). There's your shout out, happy? We had dinner. I got to put out the amazing dessert spread. Thanks to my sisters and cousins for working on the amazing strawberry cake.
Reality: Not a single person touched the cake because literally everyone is on a diet out here. So double thank you for providing me with three square meals for the next week.
Following, I helped clean up. The cousins/siblings all played telepictionary as I watched from my parents' massage chair because energy levels were at an all time low by the end of the night. But, I was happy. So, so happy.
Everyone left around 11:30 pm. Khizar woke up soon after and I got to spend the rest of Eid, just me and my baby, cuddled under the Eid moon's glow.
Khizar, if you're reading this (wayyy in the future, of course), I want you to know that none of this is me complaining about how our Eid went. I just documented our day. Expectation or reality, I wouldn't have it any other way! Even though you were so tired, there were many moments you laughed for me and let me hug you and kiss you. You did a great job wearing shalwar kameez for the first time and staying completely quiet during Eid sermon and prayer. You were the only baby that sat in the main prayer hall with the adults and didn't make a sound the entire time. Good job, Khizar!
Thank you if you read this entire post even though it was written so late. You guys are the real ones!
Please tell me one exciting Eid memory in the comments below! I would love to hear about your Eid!
xo Aneela
P.S. I always read my blog comments. I was a bit behind on responding, but, rest assured, I have responded to each one now. So, thank you to those of you who comment, I appreciate each of you so much. Your words make me realize that there is actually someone on the other side, that I am not typing into an empty void. God bless!
We celebrated on June 5th (at my parents' home) and so much has happened since then (parties, my cousin's religious marriage, Khizar and I getting sick for a week, roadtrip, etc.) that I have failed to get to this blog post until now. But you know what they say, better late than never!
My entire Eid and the process of blogging about it has felt like one big game of expectation vs. reality. Well, come to think of it, motherhood feels like that often, it seems. You plan and prepare and then plan some more, and somehow, life still has a funny way of teaching you to just roll with the punches.
So, in honor of life not always going to plan (and being completely okay with it, don't get me wrong!), I thought it would be funny to recap Khizar's first Eid by documenting my expectations vs. the reality that was our Chaand Raat (the night before Eid) and Eid day. God willing, Khizar will enjoy reading this account when he's a little bit older!
Chaand Raat
Expectation: I had a lot of (perhaps overly ambitious) plans for Chaand Raat. I had already taken into account that applying mehndi (henna) would be too difficult since I wake up to feed Khizar about 2-3 times during the night, so leaving it on to wait for the color to develop would just get messy. So, I decided to do a face mask and a manicure/pedicure. Easy enough, right?
Reality: I wrapped up dinner, helped clean the house for the following day, and mixed up the clay face mask, a gift from my good friend, Sunna. I made enough, so my whole family used it (including my dad!) and we had great fun laughing about how funny we looked with them on. I had just started washing my mask off when Khizoo woke up hungry. I rushed to wash all the clay off (harder than it looks) and fed Khizar...and knocked out because I was just that tired. I forgot to moisturize after the mask, so my face didn't feel the best in the morning, but the mask itself was good. Just don't forget to moisturize, kids! I didn't get a chance to do my nails. It's the one thing I slack on since becoming a mom. It's so tricky to find that perfect window of time when I won't have to tend to Khizar for long enough to let my nail polish dry properly. I spent most of the following morning convincing myself I look better without polish anyway haha.
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| mask makin'! |
Our Eid day consisted of going to the mosque for Eid prayer in the morning, staying for lunch, and hosting our extended family at my parents' home in the evening.
Khizar wore a white shalwar kameez (traditional Pakistani outfit) that my mom got for him from Pakistan and brown dress shoes, a gift from my lovely friend, Khaula.
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| Khizar all dressed up and ready to go to Eid prayer. |
I wore a cream colored dress with not a lot of embellishment, so that my little Khizar wouldn't be uncomfortable when I held him. I decided I would wear something fancier in the evening for our family party at home (more on that later). Khizar did great during Eid sermon and prayer, but as soon as it ended and people started socializing, he got really overwhelmed and fussy. I also think he sensed that it was a special day because he had naturally woken up early and hadn't taken any naps, which made him a not-so-happy camper for the remainder of our time at the masjid. I didn't really chat with anyone because I went to a quiet place to try to put him to sleep, which never happened, so plus side, Khizar and I played with his Eid goodie bag and got ample time to take photos :)
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| Khizar playing with his first Eidi ever, a goodie bag from my cousin, Tayaba. |
Expectation: I had planned two outfits for Eid, ironed them, and set aside the matching jewelry for each days in advance. I would wear a comfy dress to the mosque and then change into my fancier one at home where I could easily change if Khizar got uncomfortable.
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| My Eid outfit, worn with my wedding jewelry :) |
Reality: The second outfit never happened. Khizar's sleep deprivation and ensuing fussiness made for one tired baby and one very tired mama. By the time we got home, I was exhausted and hot and still had so much to do to prepare for the party. I changed into my pajamas and got to work. By the time the guests were to arrive, Khizar still hadn't been able to take a proper nap and wasn't very happy. I heard the doorbell ring, quickly changed back into my mosque outift, and decided to let Khizar play with the guests while we set up dinner, hoping he would tire himself out enough to fall asleep.
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| The dinner spread |
Khizar did finally fall asleep with the help of Gogo Khala (my little sister). There's your shout out, happy? We had dinner. I got to put out the amazing dessert spread. Thanks to my sisters and cousins for working on the amazing strawberry cake.
Reality: Not a single person touched the cake because literally everyone is on a diet out here. So double thank you for providing me with three square meals for the next week.
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| Cake decorating was a family affair! |
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| The dessert spread: kheer, cake, chocolate covered strawberries, and jalebis |
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| Oh and homemade kulfis made by my cousin, Shaista! |
Following, I helped clean up. The cousins/siblings all played telepictionary as I watched from my parents' massage chair because energy levels were at an all time low by the end of the night. But, I was happy. So, so happy.
Everyone left around 11:30 pm. Khizar woke up soon after and I got to spend the rest of Eid, just me and my baby, cuddled under the Eid moon's glow.
Khizar, if you're reading this (wayyy in the future, of course), I want you to know that none of this is me complaining about how our Eid went. I just documented our day. Expectation or reality, I wouldn't have it any other way! Even though you were so tired, there were many moments you laughed for me and let me hug you and kiss you. You did a great job wearing shalwar kameez for the first time and staying completely quiet during Eid sermon and prayer. You were the only baby that sat in the main prayer hall with the adults and didn't make a sound the entire time. Good job, Khizar!
Thank you if you read this entire post even though it was written so late. You guys are the real ones!
Please tell me one exciting Eid memory in the comments below! I would love to hear about your Eid!
xo Aneela
P.S. I always read my blog comments. I was a bit behind on responding, but, rest assured, I have responded to each one now. So, thank you to those of you who comment, I appreciate each of you so much. Your words make me realize that there is actually someone on the other side, that I am not typing into an empty void. God bless!
