Eid comes and brings with it joy, and it is our duty as Muslims to rejoice in Eid, but sometimes Eid comes and brings sadness with it when the soul is overwhelmed by sad memories of the loss of a loved one who was always with us on every Eid or of the loss of the homeland or other sorrows. There is a feast, and here in this article you will find sad phrases about the feast.
Sad phrases about Eid
- O Eid Malik, look into my eyes, you forgot me, I don't know when my time has forgotten me, your joys can't embrace my sorrows, my sorrows are greater than words of congratulations, I tried to match your joy, reveal me, I didn't come to laugh, it didn't last for a few seconds.
- This is the feast, where are the family and joy, the soul narrowed it down, or the ulcers killed it, and where are our loved ones, whose features were lost, who remained in the country?
- And we said, “Saad will come to you, oh, the night of Eid.” It was and still does make my ears happy on the night of Eid, but today it has become sad in melody mixed with tears. It is not as joyful as it was in the time when it was associated with you. East planet says.
- Every far away brings back the feasts of the loved ones, except for me and my heart. We no longer have loved ones. We started exchanging cards of agony, a card of longing and nostalgia after it was gone, a card of sadness, cold and dryness from years ago, and Eid is in my heart sad.
- Eid is not a new dress. Eid when your longing increases and your sorrows go away and you feel feelings that are reborn. When the closest people share your feelings, you forget the sorrows with the dearest person. Then you say Happy Eid and feel all your days are Eid, but the one whose heart is hurt will not feel that Eid is joy.
- Friends flocked, laughter and gifts continued.. golden hours and wounds.. groaning, and a sad Eid.
- In my loneliness in the dead of night, the devil of sadness visited me, and I had no escape from his words and whispers, so more of my sorrows fell on my papers.
- Between my last birthday and my present birthday, I know that you, sadness, pray to meet me, but my tyranny is stronger than you. I will prevent you this feast from disturbing my joys. .
- O heart, the wound, the sorrows, stop bleeding the pains, and you, O sorrows, keep me away now. My silence is a volcano, I hate to surrender, and I refuse to be defeated. Victory is mine and my heart, with hope and faith.
- I tried to reconcile the letter, but he refused to stay in the kingdom of my sorrows. He shouted at the top of his voice, I will leave, my lady, from the shortness of your days. Your door is a refuge for all kinds of pain.. All of them are knocking on your doors.
- If we live the feast by wearing new clothes.. and eating food of all kinds.. will they do the same? The feast of the poor, my brothers, is a sad feast.. a feast that does not bring smiles to the faces of their children.. a feast in which we do not see decorations.. a poor feast like their poverty. A sad Eid like their grief.. They wish it a happy Eid, but it refuses to be sad every time it comes.. Do you know why because we took the happiness of the Eid and we did not keep anything for them from the happiness of the Eid except its name.. We who have a well-off situation took it, or let me say some of the rich who I despised themselves.
- On every Eid, you always draw a smile on your child's face and on the face of another child, but the children of the poor are the ones who draw a smile for them.. My brothers, the poor have the right every time the Eid visits us to remember their condition, even if we are unable to help them.. They have the right to feel for them.. and feel their poverty. I am suffocated when I look at their condition and I suspect in myself that I am living the life of kings and taking what I want and what I wish .. Feeling for them kills me because feeling them is a bitter pain like their pain .. Do you know if you knew their condition and felt the bitterness of their life and the narrowness of their joy, you would weep for them and does crying from the eye help that I I write with the handwriting of my pen today with the advent of the happy feast.. to show you how the poor live their feast.. and because the feast of the poor is a sad feast, so let us enter their world in the name of their feast and not in the name of ours.
- Oh the joy of the holidays, do not despise me.. my soul and let my worries be comforted, let me cry and leave me sad.. for the two who have stonings.
- The feast comes to the poor in the name of the Day of Misery.. The feast in the eyes of the poor is more difficult than ordinary days.. He comes to them, reminds them of their poverty, and assures them of their helplessness and lack of tricks.. He comes to them, drawing in their hearts the hardship of time.. and the difficulty of deprivation.. and groans and groans.. He comes scattering The heartbreak between them brings sorrow, not happiness. It brings all the sorrows and misery of the world to their hearts. The pocket money is spent so that they can live the joy of Eid like the rest of the children.. The children of the poor look at others with endless questions in their heads.. What has deprived us of this and why are they wearing new clothes while we are not? Why are they happy and we are not? Eid is something new that we give to our children.
- It is that gloomy feast. Everyone around you smiles and laughs, and everyone brings gifts to those who love and crave. Hymns of congratulations and blessings are composed, so you feel the music of its weights around your ear.
- The letter is gone, and only a sad tear remains on the night of Eid, which comforts my loneliness. O my tears, do not leave and leave me in the straying of the nights of separation.
