As a Pakistani, I am aware of several hospitals that are in constant need of financial aid and medicines or just a flicker of hope from loved ones. The only cancer hospital for children (The Children’s Cancer Hospital) in Karachi, Pakistan, barely ever gets any visitors or volunteers who could bring back the lost smiles of those young warriors battling against this painful disease.
And when I see huge billboards advertising products and services in a manner that triggers gluttony and greed, I am left disgusted at the thought of it.
Our priorities are limited to the small bubble that we have decided to live in, even if the whole world should collapse outside. The cries of hunger and pain are now ineffective to our ears, deafened by our own rants of desires that never die.
On this Eid, do not forget the forgotten ones – the orphans who opened their eyes to war, unlike our children who are born in the comfort of our arms. Do not forget the mother who still waits through long nights and days, with a flicker of hope that dies with time, that her son would come back one day. Do not forget the father who just buried his six year old daughter when a war plane destroyed his house as he sat with his family for iftaar. All he can do is hold her Eid dress and imagine her frolicking around the heavens above.
These are Muslims, around us, within us; find them, and remember them in your prayers today.
Have a blessed Eid, o blessed Ummah! May Allah subhanahu wa ta’ala be with you all!