Hearts of Eid

We came together for a cause,
Without conditions, without clause.
Girls who answered a quiet call,
Ready to rise, ready to give their all.

One vision lived inside our hearts,
Each of us bringing different parts.
A community event, our shared dream,
More powerful together than it would seem.

No two of us were quite the same,
Yet side by side we all became
A single force, a single flame,
Our different sparks, one glorious name.

We stood together, hands and minds,
Talents and skills of all kinds.
Writers and thinkers, doers and more,
Each one knowing what she was there for.

Meetings happened near and far,
Over coffee, under every star.
Virtual screens and real-life rooms,
Conversations filling afternoons.

We talked through ideas big and small,
Debating, deciding through it all.
Notes were written, checkmarks made,
No detail left to chance or shade.

Numbers tracked and lists grew long,
Our collective will stayed strong.
Registrations opened wide,
Names came pouring in like a tide.

Food was chosen, tasted, planned,
Every item thoughtfully in hand.
Decor was debated, picked with care,
Color, light, and beauty everywhere.

Finances balanced to the last,
Nothing moving too slow or fast.
Every cent tracked and known,
Every seed deliberately sown.

Walks and talks happened every day,
Ideas found us along the way.
Late nights became our second home,
Hours spent together, never alone.

Some nights the slumber came so late,
But still we showed up, early, great.
There were moments of hot steam,
But we never once abandoned the dream.

Disagreements came and went,
Yet our purpose remained unbent.
When one of us began to fall,
Another rose to hold us all.

One supports the other, always,
Through the hardest, longest days.
We were each other's quiet power,
Rising together, hour by hour.

Ideas flowed at odd midnight hours,
Each girl discovering her own powers.
From execution down to the last pin,
All our determined hearts, all in.

Tiresome, yes, it was no lie,
But none of us once asked why.
Because what we were building here,
Was something bigger than our fear.

Then the morning of Eid came bright,
Everything bathed in golden light.
The day we had labored so hard to see,
Stood before us, beautifully free.

The community walked through our door,
Dressed in their finest, and more.
Joy filled every corner and space,
Warmth and belonging in every face.

The event unfolded without a flaw,
Something none of us had ever seen before,
Coming together quite like this,
A moment too precious to dismiss.

Applause rose softly in the air,
Recognition met us everywhere.
We stood there, proud, and felt it land,
The reward of every sleepless hand.

But before our pride could take its place,
We turned our hearts to Allah's grace.
For it was He who made it flow,
He who made the effort glow.

Allah's blessings held us near,
Dissolving every doubt and fear.
His mercy smoothed what could have broken,
His grace fulfilled what had been spoken.

Alhamdulillah, for every door,
For giving us just a little more.
What began as a seed of thought,
Became more than we had ever sought.

For every prayer whispered at night,
He answered each one in the light.
What our hands could never achieve alone,
He made it grow, He made it known.

And as I stand here as the day ends,
I pray these beautiful bonds never bend.
That the love between us stays alive,
That this sisterhood continues to thrive.

Let the memories live in each of us,
Without condition, without a fuss.
The late nights, the laughs, the gentle fight,
The moments that made everything right.

Girls who chose faith over fear,
Hearts that chose to be here.
Who built something out of nothing at all,
Who answered every single call.

So let this be written, let this be known,
That what is planted in love has grown.
That when women gather in His name,
The world is never quite the same.

I never had planned it, not once, not at all,
Yet something inside me answered a call.
A brush and a palette, a child's soft hand,
And suddenly art bloomed right where I stand.

She painted a butterfly, pinkish and red,
That stretched from my cheek to the thoughts in my head.
It matched what I wore, like it always belonged,
A winged surprise, maybe I secretly longed.

I looked in the mirror and barely could tell
If I wore the butterfly or it wore me well.
Something so vivid, so wide and so free,
Had chosen, of all places, to settle on me.