During Eid, regardless of whether someone had passed away that year, my grandmother, a symbol of strength, upheld a simple yet profound ritual. Amidst challenges, she would bathe, change into a fresh dress, and prepare a sweet dish. She would say, "Yes, the dead are gone, but I am large enough to hold death and life within me.

I am still alive."
This ritual embodies the essence of "Daa.era"—embracing life while acknowledging circumstances.