Eid and the long fast from freedom
To me, the most difficult part about the holy month has less to do with hunger or thirst as much as the loss of freedom. The freedom to do what you wish or need when you wish or need it; to have a semblance of control over your day. Instead, your whole metabolism, mood and nerves sail at the mercy of events, time and waiting, until you reach the promised hour.
It's all a self-imposed trip of course. No hanging sword or pointed gun at our heads. And it's temporary and short lived. And, on a night like this, we all celebrate the regaining of that precious freedom.
But what has not been temporary nor short lived, and anything but self-imposed, is another long, collective fast of ours. Our fast from basic (non-biological) freedoms and liberties. The freedom to dissent, to have a say, to effect change. Heavens know it has been a long, centuries old fast, unending. Heavens know it has been an arduously long sailing, a costly march toward the dryland of the free.
On this auspicious day, may the time and distance (and cost) to breaking that long fast, to the real Eid, be nearer than ever.Happy Eid to all, especially to those at a distance from family or ease.