It was the 29th day of the month of Eid. I thought the next day, there would be moon. But it didn't come. I was at home, watching every news and every other programme, sick with flu. There was nothing else to do. My eyes were on Eid special programmes on the TV.
The other day, I saw Murshid had called me on my mobile, but I didn't hear, for my cell had been in silent mode. Three missed calls. I rang back. It was hard for me to reject him. But I rejected his invitation for the Eid feast the next day at his home. He had told me before that, he would invite me to his home for this Eid. I was really excited. His Mamma's cooking, as he had said, was superb. But there was no other way for me. I was in sick bed.
My stomach was churning at times. I could not recognise whether hunger or thirst caused my stomach to move and burn. I felt like vomiting, but didn't vomit. I didn't feel thirst and hunger as I felt usually. At times, I thought I needed food and ate something. I took water at some other instincts. It was confusing and tiring. It was difficult for me to identify whether I was hungry or thirsty. All these tribulations were parts of the flu.
Another friend of mine, Saleem also invited me, but I turned him down as well. In the case of feast invitations, this year I am luckily, wealthy. The previous year on the other hand, I was not.
I celebrated this year's Eid with my flu. Hoping to be wealthy with invitations the next year and also to be able to accept them.
I would like to thank both of them for their kindness. May God bless them.