It is Bayram. It is joy. It is happiness. ...but it is not the same... but it will be the same.

It is Bayram, the fasting rejoice for mercy, for the reward, the non-fasting rejoice for the holiday, it is joy, it is happiness. It is beautiful but not the same. Someone is at home with everyone, and someone is gnawing inside while the Viber ringing continues, trying to reach grandma and mother. A ringing that you hate a lot but at the same time love a lot. You hate it because it would be nice to see them without ringing, but you love it because you tell yourself at least they have those. On the other side, standard, grandma opens first because she is braver, my mother may hide a little, you see she is a stranger but does not fully appear. Take yourself first, then everything will appear by itself, you will realize. It is beautiful, sometimes it is the other way around, but the wound, the pain, that is there. It is not the same.

The third one says: "If only I had someone to call, not on Viber, I would call on WhatsApp, Messenger, even if I found a fixed line I would call!", but fate is written. It is not the same.

The fourth, resembling the morning rice, just counts, just counts the stools on the table and always misses one, does not give up, counts one side, then the other, so as not to accidentally miscount the first row. He is not to blame, until yesterday everyone was counted. Ah, how much will be missing, then there will be shortage, then excess, then again missing. One day yours will be missing too, and someone will count it. They have to do it that way, they have to keep the balance. A rule. It is not the same.

There is the fifth, sixth, and countless others, but hey, it is Bayram, it is joy, it is happiness! Smile, swallow, and remember why you fast, why you are created. Say “Alhamdulillah”, hug your hands, and it will be the same.

It is Bayram. It is joy. It is happiness. It is the same.

For many years dear ones. For many years Bayram. Bayram Şerif Mubarek Olsun. Eid mubarak. ❤❤❤