Daily Prompt: Memory on the Menu

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. 🙂

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365 Writing Prompts: No Fair

Tell us about something you think is terribly unfair— and explain how you would rectify it.

What was terribly unfair was when my mom told me, she could only afford to get new clothes for my older sister for our “Eid” celebration.”

I rectified by telling her, it was not fair, I said I won’t wear the clothes she bought for me two months ago, I want new clothes .

She had to buy new clothes for me too!

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365 days Writing Prompt: Green-eyed

Tell us about the last time you were really truly jealous of someone. Did you act on it? Did it hurt your relationship?

I can remember once my father told my mother to buy new clothes only for my big sister, this was for our yearly religious festival, you see we have two important ones ,one after Ramadhan and the other one two months ten days after the first one.

All of us kids would get new clothes for the first one, but the second one we’d have to wear the same clothes,which was fine by me, but here is the catch, my big sister was the only one who would get new clothes for the second one as well. 

At age eight I felt something was weird about this arrangement, why was the first question I asked,mom said because your dad cannot afford to buy new clothes for everyone. I was a cheeky little kid this explanation did not bode well for me, so I put my foot down and said, “then she shouldn’t get new clothes either” .

At that age I only knew what is right and what is not, the word fair did not enter as one in my vocabulary. To make long story short I said, “if she gets new clothes, you must buy for me as well because I will not wear the old ones”.

Whether my mom and dad had any discussion I am not aware but I got new clothes as well.

My relationship with the big sister was never cordial, the idea of having a sister was a sore subject for my sister, she was ruling the Sabeth family as the one and only daughter among five brothers, my arrival was hated by her, she made it known every living moment. This relationship had a crack from the beginning which grew wider as the years went on.

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DP Daily Prompt: Smell You Later Post by Ranu

English: Eid Ul-Fitr meal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This prompt takes me back to the days when I was eight years old.After a month of fasting,we were excited to wear our new  clothes for ‘Eid al Fitr’ ,celebration.Mom would get her bottle of rose perfume and put some on us,the smell was heavenly. My Dad would come back from the mosque with my brothers.The smell of rose perfume,made us aware they were coming back.

Our present besides the new clothes,was money that our Dad gave all of us. The enchanting smell of my Mom’s fabulous cooking reminded us we’ll get to eat her tasty dishes.

Eid-al-Fitr  transports me back to good old days,when everything smelled awesome. Rose perfume,food,new clothes,good company,they were synonymous with Eid. How can I not go back to those days,when life was uncomplicated and everything around me felt like I was in heaven!