Today is Eid beneath the gray skies of Jordan. The city is quiet at this time of the morning, but the weather seems to be angry again. In most of the countries we share a border with, like Lebanon, Palestine, Saudi Arabia, and umm, Sunni Iraq, who share our sky too, it’s Eid today as well. A few countries a bit farther away, although their sky is not attached directly to ours, it’s Eid too, and those countries are Kuwait, Qatar, the Emirates, Yemen, and Libya.
Yet, tomorrow is Eid in Syria, for although they’re only a couple of hours car trip from my couch right now, I guess God sent them a different moon. He also went ahead and sent that same moon of Syrias to Egypt, Turkey, Iran, Shiaa Iraq, Bahrain, Oman, Morocco, Tunisia, Algeria, Mauritania, Sudan, and Pakistan.
On the occasion of Ramadan ending under our sky, I’d like to share a little movie that my friend Ibra made about our schism as a culture, as an identity, as a nation:
Yesterday, we went out for ftoor, and in the car on the way, I looked at the nearest supermarket that sells alcohol, and they had the whole section of alcohol walled off neatly with white walls, keeping the “sin” away from the holy eyes of the month of Ramadan. When we went back home, less than two hours later, after Eid has been announced, the walls were gone, and the store looked like it did before.