I had no idea that you could be an orphan with both parents still alive... But today, all the free people of the world, especially those in Lebanon, have been orphaned. The passing of Sayyed has left us without a father, without a protector. He wasn’t just carrying a nation, he was carrying the hearts
Eid is often seen as a time of family, tradition, and celebration.
But the truth is, Eid looks different for everyone.
Growing up in Lebanon, my Eid was filled with new clothes, Eidiyyi, and the joy of the Karmes… but also the quiet absence of my grandparents, who lived abroad. Our connection came through cassette tapes and distant voices that carried love across borders.
From childhood in Lebanon to life in the diaspora, Eid became more than a holiday.
It became a story of distance, memory, and love that never fades.
What if the thing you’re most afraid to share: the quiet, messy, sacred love between you and God.. is the very place where your true story begins?
Mine did.In Tata’s kitchen.In my classroom.In the chaos of motherhood.In the silence I used to ignore.
This isn’t a guide.It’s a mirror.And maybe it’s time you looked too.
It’s funny how quiet it feels before your name is called.
The lights dim.
The room hushes.
And then you see a face from another lifetime. A father lost to war, smiling gently.
“You’ve got this,” he seemed to say.
That’s how my pitch night began.
But this wasn’t just about a business.
It was about finally saying:
We exist. We create. We feel.
We are more than the number zero.
This is the story of that night.
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