Which good memories are better—the recent vivid ones or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?
The memories I treasure most is when my Dad was alive and I sat in the garden and watched and talked to him.One of my favorite memories are the ones after the end of Ramadan. We got new clothes to wear for the day of Eid-al Fitr, this is the day after Ramadan ends.
My Dad and my older brothers would go to the mosque that day for prayers, after they came back my Dad would take out the money and give to us. I loved it a lot.
Lunch time my Mom would treat us with delicious food, she was a very good cook. In the evening we’d visit our parent’s friends . This was one day we got to eat a variety of mouth watering food.
The highlight of this day was, we all wore new clothes and wished our parents “Eid Mubarak”( Happy Eid) and then ate sweet vermicelli with milk, it was a dessert cooked by mom, and served right after the other members of the family came home from the mosque , which is a tradition observed in all the Muslim families.
This is one vivid memory I’ll always have it will never be covered in a sweet haze. 🙂