A typical day of Eid when we were kids was to wake up early, wear our new Eid clothes and then have breakfast which was AMAZING, it was always the same and was never changed and I had it until I was 25 whenI left to Canada that consisted of and only fried Chicken Liver drenched with lemon juice, yummy yummy.
Right after breakfast we got our Edieh from our parents that we did not spend until we got to taita and seedo’s house ( the grandparents).
Why wait you ask? Since we had this fancy big supermarket steps away from our house? With all the expensive chocolates and Kinder surprise and Notella and this and that?
Becuase ( write this down boys and girls) :
The secret to preserving your Edieh and getting more for less is ….. quantity and not quality…. yup , you ot it, the cheaper, the better. So right next to my grandparents house was this little store which was called baqalet Abu Ya32oub ( the father of Jacob) and he was the only shop open on the first day of eid because he was Christian.
I used to love Abu Ya32oub, he was always kind to us kids and always had those little guns that had those red rolls with dots of gunpowder where you click the trigger and it makes a popping noise, sometines we would bang the dots with a rock instead of buying the gun. We also bought 6o2e3(fireworks) and sa7bet balaleen (scratch and win and you get balloons).
He always gave us a good deal and never cheated us. God rest his soul and bless him, he was a source of happiness to us kids for years.
Around 1 o’clock we would go to taita and seedos house and have the eid feast and what a feast it was, a stuffed roast lamb cooked outside in my taitas backyard in this BIG oven, I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one, it’s this huge metallic oven that looks like a wardrobe , taita would take the gas canister and hook it up outside to use it.
She did not and still does not have a fancy oven till this day and insists on using this thing. God love my taita she still likes things the old fashioned way.
We also had stuffed chickens and the most AMAZING Spinach fatayer that till this day I have not tasted better, oh how I miss them, I can’t wait to visit my taita and have her make me some, allah protect her ya rab .
After we eat quickly the uncles start giving us our Eideh. The best thing about going to the grandparents house when were were kids was the fact that grandpa was the oldest of his brothers, so all his brothers and their sons (Moms uncles and cousins) had to visit him first on the first day of Eid.
Now why would this matter to a kid? Well, more Eideh of course, the more people come the more our pockets got filled and jingled with Ten and five pisater coins. We would keep counting them all day and compare the loot with the cousins. The boys always got more money than the girls because they were boys.
It was sooo unfiar! it used to piss me of and I think that’s when the feminist me started emerging because after I started thinking “Why are htey getting more?” I started to , and whenever I visited taita. to always play with the boys and go up on the roof with my uncles to help them fix the antenna to spite taitas grumpy old lady friends who LOVED the phrase ya 3aib ilshoom (shame on you) and said it like a broken record when I did anything boy like.
Seriously , some of our traditions suck for little girls and they do more harm than good. I am glad my mom and dad were cool and open minded and never said that to me , I think I would have developed a complex or something of feeling inferior to boys.
But I digress..
Then without shame a bunch of like 5- 10 kids would go around to all the relatives houses that did not visit my grandparents where we would knock on their doors just to say HAPPY EID and wait with puppy eyes to get money …LOL, what a bunch of 7afartal we were ??? How shameless!
I can’t believe my mom let us do it …heheheh, but I guess it was the tradition in my grandparents old poor neighbourhood and it is the Arab/Muslim version of Halloween.
After collecting the loot the fun and games begin, we used to go to the dukaneh (Little shop) and buy as many sweets and candy and chips as we can, we ate till we exploded.
But I was always the smart one, I would buy just a little bit of candy and will insist that mom take me to the big fancy toy store ( was not big or fancy at all, it just had more toys and it was up on the mountain where my grandparents lived) so I could buy all these useless dollar store equivalent nick nacks.
Then we would go to the 7ara (the hood) to ride on the GIANT, quickly assembled in one day, all parts man made SWING that consisted of this HUGE wooden plank that I think sits, no no, not sits, stands 10 kids at a time because only the Sissy little babies and woosy girls sat down and I aint a woosy, lol, we would pay the guy 10 piasters to ride those swings
Now THAT was so much fun! I wish I can still do that, most probably the most unsafe swing since it was just made by whomever and just for the Eid. It is the 7afratal swing, lol, it was, but I loved it.
But seriously, mom needed to watch us more. Although I have to admit, back in the days all the kids got together, went outside in the morning and came back before sunset, everything was so much nicer and safer where everybody knew everybody.
After such a long day we would go home our new Eid clothes filthy, our hands sticky with sweets, exauseted and our Edieh spent.
I wish all of you a very happy Eid with all the people you love.
And since I am wishing here I also wish for peace so some of the kids of today maybe one day get to have what we had when we were kids.
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