
Eid was good alhamdu Lillah. Not that we really did a lot but going along to Eid prayer made a huge difference to me. It gave me that Eid feeling and set me up for the day so everything just went swimmingly.
I haven’t been to Eid prayer for a few years due to having small children but felt that this year, since we would only be gone about forty-five minutes my eldest daughter would be able to keep the youngest (nearly 2 years) occupied. And she did alhamdu Lillah.
I woke for fajr at 5am, prayed and then proceeded to get ready to leave the house. I had a shower as is sunnah before going to Eid prayer and since I have a new abaya I decided it would be appropriate to wear that, (pyjamas underneath but, shhhhhh, don’t tell anyone.
It was a clean pair!) We had to leave the house by 5:45am as here in Saudi Eid prayer is performed immediately after Shurooq (sunrise). We arrived at the mosque at 5:55am just as the Imam was making the first Takbir. It was a really beautiful, calming feeling being in the mosque, praying behind the imam, listening to his recitation and then after the prayer quietly listening to the Eid khutbah and trying to pick out parts that I might understand.
For the rest of the day, I felt so contented all due to the fact that I had prayed in the mosque so I talked to my husband about going to Friday prayer (Jumu’ah) a few days later and we agreed that I would go and my eldest daughter would again keep my youngest daughter occupied.
Friday came (yesterday) and I woke up a bit later than planned but I jumped out of bed, took a very quick shower and got dressed and was ready to leave the house within ten minutes. We decided to go to the same mosque that we had visited for Eid since we knew that there was a ladies’ section, we parked and walked around to the entrance. I said salaams to my husband as he went in the main entrance and I proceeded to walk around to the side entrance… locked. I couldn’t believe it, I really was devastated. My husband was already inside the mosque so there was no way of calling him. I didn’t have my mobile phone and assumed his would be switched off anyway. I never felt so marginalised and unimportant; I just sat on the marble step to the ladies entrance and the tears flowed. I listened as the imam made his khutbah and then I heard the shuffle as all the men stood up to begin prayer. I listened as the imam recited Ad-Duha (surah 93)… “Maa wadda’aka rabbuka wa maa qalaa” (Your Lord [Oh Muhammad] has neither forsaken you nor hates you). I truly felt forsaken by men at that moment though.
After the uplifting Eid prayer that had made my day, the experience of going to the mosque for jumu’ah was such a kick in the face and made me feel low for the rest of the day. I just ask myself why?? It doesn’t take that much effort to unlock the door for ladies even if it turns out that no ladies come. Two minutes extra time if that.
We will have to go to a more central mosque next time and I will ensure that I do have my mobile phone with me!