So, the photos are finally uploaded, and though they’re not that many, we did have a full day on Eid this year alhamdulilah. This year we made egg rolls to take to the masjid in the morning. I made egg rolls and also Z’s version using the Vietnamese rice paper wraps. This time, I fried them, and alhamdulillah they didn’t spit much at me. They turned out pretty good. So, while I took the egg rolls to the masjid for the potluck, I also brought Z’s rice rolls in a separate container. In fact, I had made treats for him before Ramadan and froze them, specially for Eid. So, the day before, S helped me put them in treat bags, and tied them with ribbons to make them look festive. On Eid day, I put these in a paper bag and brought them to the masjid for Z. So far, every year, while people are eating this and that on Eid day, all Z had to eat were just his cookies and muffins that I had made and frozen before Ramadan and put in treat bags. This year, alhamdulillah for his rice rolls. At least he’s not looking at other people enjoying all different kinds of food and waiting to get back home to eat his food.
I’ve realized that rather than spend time making food for others, my time may be much better spent making his food due to his allergies. What really frustrates me when I make food for others, is that, especially when I make Malay food that are foreign to others, some people would take a lot of them, even if they’re just trying it, and then when they don’t like it, they throw it away. There is so much food wastage happening in our community that it’s really disturbing and disgusting. The masjid has tried to address it and so far what seems to work is serving an equal amount to everyone and if there are leftover, then they can have seconds. Otherwise, it’s really shameful how mothers take a pile of food for their children and their children don’t even eat that much and the food ends up in the trash. That really is against what our religion teaches. With potlucks however, there is no such supervision, so people are taking food as they please. So I have come to a point where I feel it’s better for me to just spend the time and energy to make food for Z, especially seeing that he is always left out anyway when there are potlucks, than make food for other people just to have them waste it, especially since I figure it’s foreign food and they might not like it (which is fine, but at least have the common sense to take just a bit to taste and not take a whole lot and end up throwing them away).
At the masjid, they passed out candies to the kids, and so, what we did was, hubs took Z’s treat bag and gave it to the person giving away the candies to the kids when it came to Z’s turn, so instead of getting the candies, Z got his own treat bag. We did the same when they were giving out gifts to the kids. Hubs took Z’s gift bag and passed it to the person giving out the gifts when it was Z’s turn. Z was elated with his gifts, At the end of that day, he kept saying
“I want to do that again!” (referring to the whole Eid day)
I would say then that our mission is accomplished (in making Eid a special day for the kids even though we are living in an environment where there are so many other festivals and celebrations that we don’t really celebrate). Alhamdulillah!