The day was the morning of Eid ul-Fitr. I woke my son up, gave him a nice bath, dressed him in the new panjabi I bought for Eid, and got him ready to go pray with his cousins at the Eidgah. I felt the joy of Eid ul-Fitr at that moment, just like when I was a child. Now, I only see everyone else's happiness and remember the old times when we had so much fun. Time goes by, but the memories remain, especially from the sweet moments of childhood.
