This is the emotional landmine. Mum is fasting because she follows Saudi. Dad is eating breakfast because he follows the local mosque. You’re stuck in the middle, holding a fork, not sure if you should dip it into the curry. What do you do? You end up eating in the hallway, just to be safe. The house smells of biryani, but the atmosphere smells of tension. It’s the only holiday where you can feel both celebration and confusion at the exact same moment.
And the kids? Forget it. They just want their presents and their Eidi money. They don’t care if the moon was seen over Birmingham or Bradford. They care if the cousin got a bigger note than them. Priorities, people.
Thousands gather across the UK to celebrate Muslim festival of Eid
