The first day of Eid dawned bright and full of the scent of his grandmother’s cookies and the sound of joyful prayers from the television. The arrival of Uncle Youssef and his cousin Sami had filled the small apartment with a boisterous, happy energy. Laughter echoed off the walls as they exchanged greetings of "Eid Mubarak," the warmth of family erasing the memory of the previous day's deep cleaning.
Seeing everyone gathered, Zaid’s heart swelled with a mix of pride and nervousness. "I have something for you," he announced, his voice cutting through the cheerful noise.
He disappeared into his room and returned with the two carefully wrapped packages. He handed the long, flat box to his grandmother first.
"For me, habibi?" she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling. She unwrapped it to reveal th
