Eid in Gaza: Joy tainted by blood
When Ramadan began during the ceasefire in Gaza this year, all of us in Gaza pinned our hopes on Eid. It was supposed to be the first joyful occasion after a war that had stripped us of happiness.
For Gazans, this Eid was supposed to be a symbol of resilience and hope after months of war. But once again, Israel made sure to crush even our smallest dreams.
As always, the Israeli occupation could not bear to see us finding hope again, despite all its efforts to destroy us. Knowing how important this Eid was to us, it decided to crush any chance of survival in the most brutal way. In a single night, while we were asleep in our homes, at 2:00 a.m., all our plans and preparations were shattered.
We all woke up to the sound of missiles. It felt like we had been thrown back in time, back to the nights when waking up to a rocket hitting the house next door had become normalâbut this time, with even more fear and pain.
My orphaned nieces and nephews woke up, asking if the neighbors were testing fireworks for Eid. They knew what the sound of missiles was. They knew the answer. But this was their way of rejecting reality. We couldnât answer them. We just stayed silent and cried.
But war alone wasnât enough to make life unbearable. All the crossingsâour lifelineâwere also shut down, cutting off essential supplies. Within a single day, goods disappeared from the markets, and prices skyrocketed, especially for anything related to Eid preparations.
Despite all of this and despite our deep disappointment, our commitment to keeping Eid traditions alive did not change.
Despite the dire financial situation in Gazaâwhere most families have no incomeâparents did everything they could to keep their promises to their children, ensuring that this Eid would be different from the last.
For many children, their greatest fear when the war returned wasnât the bombingsâit was the thought of not being able to celebrate Eid.
Markets filled with fathers wearing anxious expressions, unable to afford a proper meal, while their excited children pointed with sparkling eyes at Eid outfits. But with prices soaringâwhere a single childâs outfit now costs over $100 due to the blockadeâmost families could only buy clothes if they sacrificed other essentials of life.
Celebrating Eid during war is not just about new clothes or our own happinessâit has become a way to defend our culture and traditions.
However, celebrating Eid during war is not just about new clothes or our own happinessâit has become a way to defend our culture and traditions. In Gaza, we have been making Eid cookies for generations, and now, baking them is an act of resistance and proof of our existence.
Despite the high cost of making them during wartime, families support one another in gathering the necessary ingredients. Those who have extra dates share them with others in exchange for semolinaâboth essential ingredientsâso that everyone can prepare them and place them on the Eid table, even if there are no visitors.
For families who have lost loved onesâand in Gaza, that is the majorityâeven attempting to celebrate feels like a luxury they canât afford. Eid, once a time for family gatherings, has become another painful reminder of their loss.
A Palestinian family prepares traditional cookies in preparation for Eid al-Fitr, which marks the end of the holy month of Ramadan, in a shelter for displaced people in a UNRWA school in Khan Younis, southern Gaza Strip, on March 28, 2025. (Photo: Doaa el-Baz/APA Images) 
A Palestinian family prepares traditional cookies in preparation for Eid al-Fitr, which marks the end of the holy month of Ramadan, in a shelter for displaced people in a UNRWA school in Khan Younis, southern Gaza Strip, on March 28, 2025. (Photo: Doaa el-Baz/APA Images)
On the morning of Eid, instead of visiting relatives, those who remain go to the cemetery to visit their martyrs. Instead of giving children Eid money, they place flowers on graves and pray for the souls of the departed. And instead of baking cookies for celebration, they bake them as a charity for their souls, distributing them in their memory.
Children of the martyrs now dream of a different kind of Eid. My orphaned niece and nephew only wished for one thing this Eid: that the army wouldnât advance again near the cemetery where their father was buried.
Children of the martyrs now dream of a different kind of Eid. My orphaned niece and nephew, whose fathers were killed in the war, only wished for one thing this Eid: that the army wouldnât advance again near the cemetery where their father was buriedâso they could visit him in the morning and show him their Eid clothes.
Mariam, my four-year-old niece, asked me, âShould I look at the grave or at the sky when I talk to my dad?â She and her cousin argued over which grave they should visit firstâtheir fatherâs or his.
But the war didnât just take away our loved ones, nor did it only bring the suffering that Gazans endure. It changed everything about Eid, bringing pain into every detail of our lives.
Instead of waking up to the sound of Eid takbeersand children playing in the streets, we now wake up to the sounds of airstrikes that begin at dawn, reminding us of the constant threat.
We used to go to Eid prayers togetherâfamily and friends, praying in mosques and large open spaces. But now, after half the mosques have been bombed and the other half closed for fear of airstrikes, Eid prayers are held in schools and shelters.
Despite all the efforts Gazans make to create joy out of anything, the happiness remains incomplete and hesitant.
Leaving the house to greet relatives has become another fear, as bombings increase significantly during Eid. Some families, with members spread between the north and south of Gaza, are denied any opportunity to gather. The Israeli occupationâs forces advanced again to the Nitzarim checkpoint, splitting Gaza in half and blocking access for cars via Salah El-Din Street. As for Al-Rasheed Street, it is long and exhausting for people to walk, making it impossible to go and return on the same day. Once again, these families were deprived of celebrating together.
Despite all the efforts Gazans make to create joy out of anything, the happiness remains incomplete and hesitant. Next to one home trying to bring the spirit of Eid, another is opening a mourning tent, and loved ones find their houses reduced to rubble. No matter how loud the Eid takbeers or festive songs are played, the sounds of bombings and the cries of mothers who lost their children are louder.
Yet, even as Gazaâs joy remains stained with blood, we refuse to let it disappear.
Hala Al Khatib
Hala Al Khatib is a Palestinian writer and poet from Gaza who studies English literature. Her writings have been published with Al Jazeera, We Are Not Numbers, and Electronic Intifada.
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