On the 17th of June, 2024, the air was filled with the joyous spirit of Eid. The festive day was marked by family gatherings, delicious meals, and the generous sharing of meat with neighbors, and the relatives. My son, Moomin, sat behind me on a motorcycle, observing everything with the curiosity and innocence only a child possesses.
As we approached a busy market area, Moomin’s attention was suddenly captured by a sight that seemed starkly out of place amidst the festive cheer. Near a small shop, we saw a homeless man, his clothes tattered and his eyes reflecting a deep sense of desolation. Moomin asked me to stop.
His young mind was racing with questions, and his heart was filled with empathy. “Everyone is celebrating Eid, relishing dishes, and distributing meat to each other,” he began. “But he is left unnoticed.
Had his mother been around, what would she feel seeing the pitiable condition of her son? Why is he neglected by his relatives?” His questions struck me deeply. They were the kind of questions that are simple yet profound, reflecting the pure perspective of a child untainted by the complexities of adult life. Moomin’s words made me pause and reflect on the deeper meaning of Eid.
The festival is not just about feasting and joy within our own circles but also about extending our compassion and generosity to those who are less fortunate. Moved by my son’s compassion, we decided to do something small yet significant. We bought some bananas from a nearby .
