22/03/2026
Eid Mubarak.
Alhamdulillah. All praise belongs to Allah for allowing us to witness another Ramadan, to fast its days, to stand in its nights, and to have celebrated the blessing of Eid with our loved ones. That alone is a gift that millions were not granted. And for that, we are grateful to our Creator beyond words.
This month changed me, again. It always does. The hunger taught patience. The stillness taught clarity. The Quran didn't change, but I understood it differently this year. Verses I've read many times before landed in ways they hadn't before. And as we gathered with family, shared meals, and embraced one another, I was reminded that this joy is not something we earned. It's something we were given.
But even in celebration, our hearts were heavy. And they remain so.
Our brothers and sisters across the world spent this Eid without homes, without families, without safety. In Palestine. In Sudan. In every land where injustice has stolen what should be sacred, the right to live, to worship, to raise your children in peace. Some broke their fast with no table to sit at. Some prayed Eid salah in the rubble of what used to be a masjid. Some didn't make it to this day at all.
We haven't forgotten them. We carry them in every du'a, in every sajdah, in every moment of silence where the heart speaks louder than words.
Ya Allah, You are Al-Adl, The Just. We ask You to restore justice where it has been stripped away. To grant sabr to those who are enduring what most of us cannot imagine. To have mercy on those we have lost. To protect those who remain. And to never let our comfort make us indifferent to their suffering.
Eid was a day of joy. But joy and grief live in the same heart. We hold both; celebrating the mercy Allah has shown us, and praying He extends it to every soul in need.
From my family to yours, Eid Mubarak. May Allah accept from us and from you. And may He grant freedom, safety, and justice to all humanity in every corner of this earth.
🌙 Taqabbal Allahu minna wa minkum.