To everyone, wherever you are — Eid Mubarak.

I still remember the day I first left my country for America — it was the month of Ramadan. I set out while fasting, carrying the weight of so many dreams and so much uncertainty in my heart. After what felt like an endless, exhausting journey across time zones and airports, I finally arrived — alone, in a place that felt like another planet.

That year, I celebrated my very first Eid away from home. Back when I was in Bangladesh, I could never imagine how people managed to spend Eid far from their family and loved ones. I used to wonder, How can anyone celebrate Eid without their mother’s cooking, the laughter of siblings, or the call of neighborhood mosques? But life teaches you things you never thought you’d learn.

Since then, I have spent one Eid after another away from home — more than I ever thought I could bear. Each time, I miss the warmth of family, the smell of familiar food, the hugs and blessings that only home can give.

This year’s Eid feels even more different — the world itself feels paused. Because of lockdowns and uncertainty, even stepping outside feels distant. But in my heart, I still hold onto the same hope: that one day I’ll celebrate Eid back home again, with the people I love most.

To everyone, wherever you are — Eid Mubarak. May your hearts stay full, even when you’re far from home.