The Eid That I Cannot Forget
Summer time was the time I always waited for when the school begins, when it is started we used to gather everyday at these small corridors of my building, we were around seven children ages from 8 to 11 boys and girls.
Many games that I joined with them, we used to sing, dance and many times that we created our own small games and in all the times that we made the play I was the Director and one of the cast too.
I do not know why I always end up being the Director; I chose the cast, time and place…. Like are we going to play in the first floor or the second and is it in the morning or the afternoon.
But it was fun always…. There was many fights between boys and girls …we used to create two teams and I was leading the fight…but even the fight it was fun
One time we decided to go down the street and play there it was during Eid time, the street was not that crowded so we enjoyed the space there.
I do not know why I agreed about the plan they made but I was thinking it is fun at the end, one of these children was having their apartment being painted so we decided to give an Eid gift to the cars that were parking in the street.
We were not thinking that the painting will last forever and it will leave marks in the cars’ body, we choose a white paint container and a brush…. Passed by around five cars and wrote on the side door “Happy Eid” in Arabic
We were so happy doing this thinking that this will make the car owners very happy, we said we are still young and cannot afford to give money to them like what they do to us every Eid, so here is our small gift to them.
But when we were getting ready to go and give this gift to the cars next street, we heard a very loud voice of our neighbor he was a young man and owner of one of the gift painted cars calling my name (I was still the one supervising the entire mission) and he ran quickly toward us and he caught the youngest among us he was a boy named Ahmad and start to shout at him and when he start to beat him all of us ran towards Ahmad and held the young man so he won’t hit Ahmad which caused us big trouble at the end.
That was the worst Eid I have ever spent, it ended with being locked at home as a punishment and I did not receive any money from my relatives or family friends…the same thing happened also to my friends or as they called us on that day “the young gang”
Every time or every Eid I always remember the young gang members and wonder where they are now… I miss them and miss those days when life was easy on us.