"People have meet cutes, ours was an Eid Cute . This is the story of the Eid we Met. "
Amidst the fun and chaos of Eid celebration, Maha comes across Isahaq whom she is instantly drawn towards .
Maha is captivated by his gentle demeanor and charmin...
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I stepped back to admire my work as I finished hanging up the last lantern over the string of fairy lights strung over the backdrop of our living room's wall.
The flower vases were perfectly arranged throughout the house and the snack table was ready to be piled with the hot, piping food being prepared in the kitchen.
The preparations for the Eid dawat at our house were more or less done and guests would start arriving any minute now.
Pots and pans clinked in the background mixed in with the voice of gossip flowing from the group call in the phone.
" And then there was this organza silk saree with embroidered paar but I felt like it was too expensive you know. Plus I had already purchased two sarees. "
Ammu shared her shopping story with her sisters as they listened eagerly and put in their opinions.
My older aunt nodded, " True, but it's not everyday you find a good saree. You should've bought it. "
My mother's face became regretful, " Now I'm thinking the same. It was so beautiful after all."
" What's the name of the shop? We'll go again together when we come to Bangladesh." My youngest aunt added as I watched her on the screen as she fed one more spoon of soup to her 3 year old toddler whose eyes were glued to his iPad.
" Stop giving her ideas ! You all are beyond help, still only thinking of shopping even from different corners of the world. Wait till you come to visit again. You can go stay in those shops, no need to stay with your old mother or care about her." My grandmother chided from her spot on the sofa as she glared at her daughters over the phone.
" Haye Amma ! What are you saying? My lovely, young , smart mother. If I could, I'd hop on a flight right now and come to you leaving behind everything. "
" Astaghfirullah! Don't even think about that . Look at your child, who will take care of my precious grandson? And what about your husband? Don't bother coming alone ."
My aunt pouted and muttered okay while I stifled a laugh at my Nanu's antics.
" There's something missing in the biryani." Ammu said as she tasted one spoon of the steaming rice from the pot and licked her lips.
" Bring it to me." Nanu ordered our helper . " No knowledge of spices at all. How many times have I shown you ? Don't embarrass us in front of the guests."
" What're you smiling at ? Go and fix your appearance. How come I love dressing up so much but my daughter turned out to be the opposite." Ammu repeated her usual regrets as I scowled at her.
" I did wear my Eid Salwar kameez! What else?"
" Go put on a bit of foundation and lipgloss dear. It'll look good in front of the guests."
