Eid Memories – Express Urdu

Childhood Eids always keep knocking on the screens of my mind as happy memories. It seems that the doors of memories are beginning to crack open like the door frames of old and decaying houses. A time when Eid was truly Eid and its joy could be truly felt from the heart.

I have not forgotten the Eids spent in my childhood. All of us siblings used to wait a lot for the coming of Eid, but our uncles and aunts used to wait more than that. Abu used to bring the train tickets first to give the surprise and we children were informed about the actual program after a lot of crying and crying. Mother used to take all the children’s clothes at home herself. Sometimes frock pajama with gota border and sometimes karta and tight shalwar, gharara, pashwaz, mother used to prepare all of them at home. Even the little brother’s knickers were not required to be bought from outside.

At that time, bosque, tissue, brocade cloths were all the rage and children wearing flashy expensive clothes thought themselves to be big boys. Ready-made garments were not so popular. Our mother used to make dresses from her brocade and chiffon sarees on our request. The cousins ​​and siblings used to stay together so that somehow they would already know our clothes, but we were also full of our stubbornness. They would never show them their Eid dresses without seeing their clothes.

When he went to Lahore, there was no sign of obesity at that time. Maum John used to hold us from the open windows of the train and take us down on the platform. All the way, my elder sister used to write the names of all the stations from Rawalpindi to Lahore with a copy pencil. Remaining we two sisters and two brothers younger than us, our emphasis would be on food. A cold bottle of Shizan, hot naan pakoras and chips etc. all looked delicious.

In Lahore, my aunt used to wait, as if Eid would happen before Eid. Great aunt would have made chicken pulao, zarda, korma, kheer and anything else. From the same day, the work for our sake would start. On the small Eid, a lot of needle canoes would be prepared. For small children, juices, chips, boiled eggs, jelly are all prepared in advance so that the children do not feel hungry. In the heat of Lahore, our Eid clothes would get hot, but we would stay fresh and many times we would even wear cotton clothes.

Great uncles, middle uncles all used to give Eid, that too in 50 and 100 rupee notes, which we used to know as lakhs of rupees. In the evening, uncle and aunt would take us to the park. We would take a good nap at Shalamar Bagh and then come back eating ice cream.

Abu used to do the Eid sacrifice every time in Dhadhyal because we had to sacrifice. All the children would be sad and tearful when the lovely white tails started to be slaughtered. How many innocent eyes used to shed tears and then shut up on their own. Was there an age of innocence, when even tears were pure.

My mother was responsible for washing the meat, which was in huge quantities. She was very tired all day. The elder uncle used to make pillows and give news to the younger guests and children.

Phophu and Tai, Aunty, used to help with the household chores, but I found the Eid of Sacrifice strange because there were animal carcasses and blood scattered all over the street. At that time we used to live in the old neighborhood which was called the inner city. Children roamed the streets with animals and did not even think that women, elderly and sick people were also passing through the narrow streets. Three or four goats were tied in the courtyard of our grandmother’s house, because many times the uncles and others used to celebrate Eid in the Pindi, so their sacrificial animals were also there. Now the problem was that one could go to the courtyard by passing through the corridor. All the children were very afraid of the goats, even though the little uncle said that nothing would happen, I will let them pass, all of us children would stand worried in the street and I would start bawling loudly.

The day of sacrifice was also very memorable. Goats’ meat was piled up on the old ban’s bed. My uncle and aunt used to put meat in shopping bags or plates and distribute it to the locals. But more meat was sent to the homes of all the poor people that we eat almost the whole year, they are also entitled to it. What were the things of Eid that I still don’t remember? Getting ready and going to the photo studio to take pictures, buying Eid cards, buying lottery toys, eating paan and buying khalfis, all this is like a dream now.

Now the Eids are completely tasteless and colourless. Stay awake all night and sleep all day. Eid carders are far away, earlier sms were done, now statuses are used instead. Most of the friends fulfill their duty by posting Eid Mubarak status for all because after all people only see our status. It is impossible for everyone to talk on the phone, the line is kept free to talk to many people and sometimes the work is done with a formal salam dua.

Even people living in the same house resort to SMS. If you ever go to meet, this is what you hear. Now Eid clothes are also new, but even in prayer, that sincerity is no longer there. Children are not happy even if Eid is given in thousands, Eid is given as much as any other relative gives to you. TV programs are also boring, so many people continue to watch programs on mobile even on the day of Eid. The mobile is seen in everyone’s hands, regardless of the presence of young and old. If the young people are busy on the phone, they are criticized for using social media, if the young people sit with the children, they are told that you should not be a child with the children, if you stay with the elders, you are told that you What do adults do? Now, if the poor youth go, where will they go?

On the sacrifice, the entire leg of the goat is roasted and eaten, the meat is given to someone, the skin to the madrasa of one’s sect, and so on. Herbs and meat containing bones are given to them. Shoppers are also sent to relatives only after thinking.

Sometimes I think that Eid has become less fun now because we have started making decisions with the mind instead of the heart. Why are we sad despite the fine clothes, ornaments and all the goods, because now both Eid and the heart have died. Relationships are dead, feelings and morals are gone, because neither Eid nor the heart has survived.

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