Eid Mubarak

To the dispossessed, the disinherited,

The displaced and the dismayed,

To the disturbed and the destroyed,

The betrayed and the abandoned,

Those who have been stolen and those who have been stolen from,

Eid Mubarak to the deceived and the disheartened,

Those who have been disbelieved and those who have been disparaged by disbelievers,

Whose belief itself has been weaponized against them,

To the disowned and the discarded, the dismissed and the disregarded,

Those whose names have been dissolved into statistics,

Whose faces have been displaced from their own stories,

Those whose dignity was declared disposable before they were old enough to defend it,

To the disconnected — severed from land, from lineage, from the sound of their own language at rest —

To the disoriented, who inherited a world already on fire and were handed no water,

To those who have been made to feel that even their grief is disordered,

Even their mourning excessive,

Even their cry for justice somehow — still — too much.

This blessing is for you.

Not for the comfortable, who have confused ease with favor.

Not for those whose Eid is decoration,

Whose takbīr has never had to fight its way out of a closing throat,

Whose celebration has never had to coexist with catastrophy or cataclysm.

This is for those who made wuḍūʾ with what little water remained

And stood anyway.

Those who faced the qibla from a displacement camp,

From a prison cell,

From a hospital room where someone they loved was no longer breathing,

And said — Allāhu Akbar —

And meant it as defiance.

And meant it as the only true thing left standing.

Because Eid was never promised to the triumphant.

It was given to those who fasted through the darkness

And trusted...against all visible evidence,

That the crescent would come.

It came.

It always comes.

Not because the world deserved it.

Not because the suffering has ended

Or the occupiers have relented

Or the stolen have been returned

Or the wounds have closed,

But because Allāh is not waiting for the world to be just

Before He is merciful.

So to you, the disassembled, the discounted, the driven-out,

Eid Mubarak.

Your Eid is not lesser for being harder.

It is not diminished by your grief.

It is not conditional on your wholeness.

You came. You fasted. You believed.

That is enough.

That has always been enough.

Taqabbal Allāhu minnā wa minkum.

May He accept from us and from you.

Every prayer offered through tears.

Every sujūd made on borrowed ground.

Every Allāhu Akbar that had to climb over sorrow to reach the air.

Eid Mubarak.