Thankful - LH // Ramadan Series
So incredibly sorry that this is getting posted so late! I wanted a piece to focus specifically on Eid and time/life/work/school had me incredibly busy. Here is the fourth and final (and longest!) piece to the Ramadan Series! (x)(x)
Word Count: 2639
In which Luke learns about Eid al-Adha as he celebrates with your family.
“Didn’t Eid already pass?” Luke questions, voice carrying down the hall of his apartment. You hum but don’t respond, shoo-ing Michael’s hands away from the hot coffee pot; the bleach blonde still shoveling soggy cheerios into his mouth, eyes drooping and threatening to fall shut. You push him gently towards one of the bar stools.
The door opens down the hall, Luke’s feet bare as they slap against the floor. He’s half dressed and shrugging a button up onto his shoulders, long fingers smoothing down the front of the fabric to work the small buttons through the holes. “Like, right after Ramadan? When we were still on tour?”
A yawn bubbles past your lips, sliding a mug full of coffee across the counter to Michael. “Mhm.” You murmur, nodding in response to Luke’s question, tipping your own mug towards your lips. You’d just come from the early morning prayer, knowing you’d have to wake Luke up yourself if you wanted to make it to the party on time. “That was Eid al-Fitr. This is Eid al-Adha. Two different things.”
“Okay…” Luke furrows his brows, lips pinching together as he tries to focus on the words that leave your mouth and make sure the buttons slide into the correct hole. “But why are there two of them?”
“I guess they’re kind of like our Christmas and Easter? They celebrate two different things, only without the whole Jesus dying and being resurrected bit?” You pause, head tilting to the side as you think about it and then snort, “Okay, so maybe not like Christmas and Easter at all.” You flap your hand at him when Luke giggles and look back down at your phone. “But they’re still two different things.”
“So…” Luke trails off, waiting for you to elaborate. When you don’t immediately respond, Luke crosses the kitchen and nudges your hip with his, “What’s the difference?”
You’re wrinkling your nose at the flurry of incoming texts, from friends and family members alike. You’ll never be able to respond to all of them, but you know at least two-thirds of them will be at your uncle’s this evening. With a defeated sigh, you just place your phone down on the countertop and let it vibrate itself away. “Eid al-Fitr is the last day of Ramadan–that’s the one that passed when you guys were on tour. It’s the only day during that month where we don’t have to fast and essentially, it’s just a celebration to mark the end of the month. We go to prayer, give charity, people dress up and they party and it’s a fun time.”
Luke bobs his head and disappears down the hall and into the bathroom, leaving the door open behind him. “Alright, that makes sense. What about the one today?” He calls after a moment, head poking out and hair half done.
Clutching your coffee mug, you stumble out the kitchen and down the hall, leaning against the door frame to watch as Luke tries to tame the longer blonde strands that curl against his forehead. “Eid al-Adha happens a little later because it’s the second of the two and it’s considered the one with a heavier religious significance. But we don’t know when they are each year until, like, right when it happens.”
He gives up on his hair, pouting at your reflection in the mirror. “Because the Islamic calendar is a lunar calendar so that’s why Ramadan and Eid change every year?”
Nodding, you slide in front of him and work your fingers through his hair. Luke leans into your touch, enjoying the way your nails scratch against his scalp and push the hair away from his forehead. You smile, giving an affirmative hum, “Right.”
You exhale, fingers sliding from his hair to smooth down either side of his next and over his shoulders. Luke straightens, blue eyes blinking open to find yours. Offering him a soft smile, you tell him, “My mom is really happy you’re coming to this.”
He blinks in surprise, pressing closer “Seriously?”
Rolling your eyes, you snort. “Yes, you dork. I told you she liked you.” Inside your pocket, your phone dings and you know it’s time to leave. Nudging him backwards, you turn to leave the bathroom. “C’mon, she’ll throw a fit if we’re late.”