By Mohammed Talal

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When the wind whispers softly on Eid’s eve,
As the sun sets low, and the stars begin to breathe,
Memories flood back, make my heart grieve,
For days gone by, colorful, bright, and full of life.

The scent of sweet spices in the air,
A symphony of aromas, beyond compare,
Cardamom, cinnamon, and cloves so fine,
Fragrant and enticing, a taste divine.

The sound of laughter everywhere,
Echoes of joy, beyond compare,
Children’s giggles, and playful screams,
Unbridled excitement, as they chase their dreams.

Their faces aglow, like sun-kissed fields,
Dressed in vibrant hues, like rainbow-colored shields,
Yellow and green, red and blue,
A kaleidoscope of colors, for me and you.

Now the wind blows, lonely and cold,
As the magic of Eid begins to unfold,
But something’s missing, a sense of glee,
Eid’s magic gone, no longer bold.

The colors faded, the joy out of reach,
Leaving me longing for days I can’t speech,
I search for answers, but they’re hard to find,
As I wander through the streets, lost in time.

I pass by streets once bustling with delight,
Now empty and quiet, without a spark of light,
I see the buildings standing tall and still,
But where’s the laughter, where’s the thrill?

I walk through alleys once filled with cheer,
Now empty and dark, devoid of any fear,
I hear the silence, broken only by my sighs,
As I yearn for days when Eid was alive.

The wind whispers secrets, as I wander alone,
Of Eid’s past glory, when love was made known,
When families gathered ’round to share a feast,
And laughter echoed through the streets.

But now the tables are bare, the chairs are empty too,
The rooms are quiet, with no one to pursue,
The memories linger, a bittersweet refrain,
As I struggle to recall those joyous days again.

Oh, how I long to relive those moments so dear,
When Eid was a celebration, that brought us all near,
To share in the love, to share in the cheer,
To forget our differences, and wipe away our tears.

But time has passed us by, like an autumn breeze,
Leaving only shadows of what used to be,
And though I hold on tight to those memories so bright,
They’re all that remain now, as Eid’s magic takes flight.

But still I hold on to those fleeting glimpses of delight,
Those snatches of joy, that linger through the night,
For in those moments, I feel alive once more,
And though Eid’s magic is gone, I’ll hold on forevermore.

And so I’ll close my eyes, and let the memories flow free,
And let the wind whisper secrets, only known to me,
Of Eid’s past glory, when love was made known so true,
And though it’s gone now, I’ll always hold on to you.

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