Yesterday we had the Eid-ul-fitr celebration at our school. Not exactly a celebration but more a recognition of different faiths and cultures, which the school is doing its best to accomplish. Half of the school is of Ethnic minority origin and on top of the list is Somalis. So when the school holds a special event as this, in the honour of its diverse communities and religions, the Somalis would surely be expected to take part in it or at least attend and support their children.
The entire children of Keystage 1 and Keystage 2 had to rehearse for weeks and weeks in order to perform a Nasheed for their Muslim guests. I watched them rehearse a few times and helped them with it. So on the final day, yesterday, when they decided to perform it, to their amazement, and mine, there were no parents. Out of nearly 50 parents, two turned up, despite all having been informed many days in advance.
I am sure most of the Somali children themselves were gutted that their parents haven’t turned for such a significant event. If I was one of those children, I certainly would have loved it if my parents sat there in the benches watching while I performed.
Here is an excerpt from one of the songs they performed:
Ya nabi Salam – Alaika
Ya rasul Salam – Alaika
Ya habib Salam – Alaika
All of the sun and moon shining in the sky
But their light doesn’t shine bright enough
And my heart is filled with light from your love
With your light Divine, the world is awake
And the Nightingale is singing again
See the flowers have started blossoming
And the world is filled with life and joy
I am not a prophet only a child
Nor an angel nor a prophet of God
So they give their thanks to God because
He has made them one of His followers