I am very passionate about event planning, and as a young, South-Asian, American, and Muslim girl, I find that it influences a lot about my mood and personality. We have a Holiday in Islam, called 'Eid'. There are two Eids, and I thoroughly enjoy planning for scheduling ahead for both. To prepare for the holiday, I like to write many different types of lists. I write grocery lists, shopping lists, activities lists, and invitation lists. Being able to have everything down on paper helps my mind work ahead to get as much as I can from my time leading ahead.
I love bringing my vision to life when it comes to an event. Depending on the event, I like to vary in what I choose for the theme. For small birthday parties, I like to keep things sentimental between the decorum and the person the event is addressed to. For crowds, it's important to adhere the details to the general preference. Designing an event is an artwork in itself. Not everyone can move that craft. I never found myself to be a person of art. Despite that, there's a feeling of enjoyment in carrying out tasks I had planned to bring an event to the air.
In my memories, there have been so many events that I had planned. From a very young age, I had a keen eye on my aunt, who used to deliberately buy and order many things to change a dusty old room into a brandished and beautiful interior. As the months went by, there was always something else to plan for. I come from a family with many children, and as each child grows, there is always another memory to cherish with decadent cakes, royal feasts, and luxurious festivities. With all of that muddled into such an occasion, the only thing that matters is the memories you make and the lessons you learn.
There was no lesson I acquired in my brain at that time, and my mind focused only on enjoying the time with my friends and family. My cousin and I spent our time stealing strawberry wafers from the kitchen, as many pre-school kids attempted. It was a fairy, wonderland party, which my aunt woke up particularly early to be planning. She bought huge, soft coasters to imitate lily pads on our green carpet, and fake rose petals to scatter all over the staircase. It was almost like walking into a fairytale itself- save for the obvious look of our exterior home...which was undoubtedly more like the haunted house next door. I loved sulking in all the beauty of simple changes.
Soon enough, my aunt had to leave. She moved out, and with her went all the beautiful designs and wonders and decorating and a small home. I didn't realize it, but soon those wonders would come back with the years. Spark by spark, flames of design and longing for the adventures of the past came back soaring in me. I wanted to recreate the beauty my aunt had left behind. I wanted to take the gloomy faces of the generation ahead of me and show them something wonderful.
I learned how to make different origami stars, butterflies, and dragons, cascading them over our house. I ran to the kitchen, baking and testing many delightful treats to share with my loved ones. I even dipped my toes into the dangerous waters of gift-shopping, there were quite a few lessons learned in that. Most importantly, I learned that my passion for event planning comes from my passion for bringing together cherished memories.