Shopping around…

Ruhma was helping out her grandmother for eid preparations. *Huq haa, meray bachpan kai din, kitnay achay thay din.

Do you have any story to share about how you used to celebrate Bakra Eid, when you were a kid?

2 Comments so far

  1. mansur (unregistered) on December 23rd, 2007 @ 10:07 am

    One of my memory of bakra eid was when I was a mere 7 years old visiting Lahore for eid holidays. We had bought two goats to our house, and I treated them so well for a week, feeding them food, playing with them etc. I was in utter shock when eid day comes and the goats had to be sacrificed. Everyone tried explaining to me why we have to sacrifice the goats, but I refused to understand. Things became worse when the man who was there to sacrifice the goat had my hand on the knife, and standing right in front of the goat, who was tied down, I had to slit the throat and see the blood gushing out into the makeshift hole. The goat was screaming in anguish and tried to wriggle out of his position, but he was helpless. So cruel I thought. I cried and cried. To even watch the animal being skinned and insides being ripped apart didn’t help me much! So that’s one of my oft-repeated memory of how I spent my eid in childhood! lol! :-)

  2. Pretty Simple (unregistered) on December 23rd, 2007 @ 1:28 pm

    I just remember one black sheep (ba ba ba ba black sheep nahi), a small one. I even dont remember how old i was then :) maybe 8-9 yrs. Abba (my grandpa)brought this little fellow and he was a “Shoqeen” who always brought animals a couple of days before and feed and take care of them. I dont remember that i saw its “qurbani scene” , no association but a fear used to be there :) . i dont know why, I never liked to eat its meat :(…shyd yehi jazba hay :))

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