I spent 10 Eids and 10 holidays in prison.
The day before Eid makes everyone sad.
That was the case for the cell I was in.
Everyone would be sad from the day before Eid until the following morning.
We sleep all day so that no one would wish us a happy holiday.
We don’t wish each other happy holidays in there.
It saddens everyone.
It reminds us of our children and we wonder how they’re spending the day.
We think of the new clothes they must have bought.
And how they must have cleaned the house.
We wonder if they’re well and good.
No one ever visited me in Eid.
“No one visits me in Eid,” I’d tell them in a letter.
And they’d reply, “We can’t come visit you in that place during the holidays.”
Mother’s Day is a completely different story.
It’s especially difficult.
There’s so much to say but I can’t talk anymore.