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.
When I watched myself talk about the transition period between leaving my home country Lebanon, and moving to the US, I could hear my voice choking in the background... All of a sudden, you are no longer under mom and dad's wings, surrounded by their love, and protected by their system... All of a sudden, it is you, yourself, and you. Most and if not every immigrant would have a special memory for the time when they first moved to a new country. The moment where home starts to get a new definition. The moment where the American Dream turns into the American Reality! In the beginning of that period, it is incredibly foggy, busy, noisy, and genuinely painful. It...
