Parents of Egypt, It’s Not Funny Anymore, Where Is Our 3edeya?

What is Eid but acting all cute in front of your family to get that 3edeya at the end of the day and hide it in a box for what you think is eternity? The first money we’ve ever made was a 3edeya, the first money we’ve ever saved was a 3edeya. At times, the only reason we tolerated family gatherings and being asked when we’ll get married was el 3edeya. Parents of Egypt, you have got to be kidding us! Show us the money.

I, for one, refuse to go through another Eid without making money out of it. Life in Egypt is hard enough and I keep waiting for it to throw lemons at me so I make those lemonades Beyoncé keeps talking about. All Egypt is throwing at me is traffic dust, ugly statues, financial crises and horrific school fees.

I’m not really sure when our Eid traditions started going down the drain, but joking aside, the 3edeya was a very, very big moment in every kid’s life. It gave us fictional hope in a better fictional future. It’s not just the small gestures as 3edeya, it’s the gigantic and often obligatory family gatherings and the mo3ayda phone calls. We’re all drifting apart by this hectic existence and it’s time to put things back in order, starting by my favorite part.

Dear parents, please bring back the 3edeya. Remind us of the good old times and make us a little richer.

WE SAID THIS: Kol sana wento taybeen!