The Invitation to a Masquerade

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Ramadan has begun and the iftar invitations have started to pour in. In such a blessed month of Ramadan, who would want to go to a masquerade?

I am invited to a gathering where everybody wears a smile.. where everyone pretends to like each other.. where everyone tries to catch up with each other but just for the purpose of keeping connections intact in times of need... or just for the purpose of adding up to gossip. Seeing such a high level of pretense in people saddens me.

It puts me down because we are all humans and we are all free. Why cannot we act like we really want to? Why do we bind ourselves into chains that we could easily avoid? Why do we make connections without which we could easily thrive?

For me, the involuntary response to the invitation was a straight no but it was after a dear friend's insistence that I am here thinking about the masquerade. Nevertheless, my answer remains the same.

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