Eid? What Eid?

Ramadan (the Muslim month of fasting) ended, full of sorrow, full of terrible events. Christians, the natives of Mosul, who've been there for about 1800 years were displaced for the first time in history this month by ISIL, which committed other atrocities not only against the other minorities in the city, but against sites considered as holy to the city's majority Sunni Muslims, such as Prophet Younis (Jonah) mosque, Prophet Sheet (Seth) mosque, and Prophet Jarjees (Georges) mosque; all sacred to Muslims an Christians alike. 

And then came the Eid (the feast), with no real sense of happiness; although many people (especially in Baghdad) have found a breather in it, as they took to shopping streets which were turned into pedestrian streets for the occasion, with some young men carrying small drum-like instruments. But one would still sense a feeling of unrest in the air, amid the tension of the security forces and the unorganized traffic jams created by different road closures. 

I really find no sense of this Eid, with many people suffering, and with a third of my country under terrorist occupation, while the world is looking on, totally uninterested, at the misery of this nation and its people.

Anyways, for several times when Eid comes for the past decade or so, one cannot really do without recalling a verse by Iraqi-born poet Abu Tayeb Al-Mutanabbi asking if Eid will "be the same and even with more sorrow, or will you be the sign of new things?", and I guess, with the current circumstances that the answer would be more sorrow.
Hopefully not.