A very happy Eid Mubarak to those who are celebrating Eid today.
Yesterday I had a tiny mishap— I fell down on my right side. I was sitting in the corner of one of the sofas. Nola (daughter) wanting to make me more comfortable pulled out the rest for the feet. After sitting for a while, I wanted to go upstairs. Getting up, I inadvertently sat on the rest, and fell down. It was horrible. The right side of my body throbbed with pain. Nola wanted me to take a pill, forgetting I was fasting, and couldn’t take any medication. My bones still feel jarred. It may take a while to feel normal again. Thankfully there are no broken bones.
Today is Eid al Adha in remembrance of Prophet Ibrahim’s sacrifice, plus those who had gone for pilgrimage, the period is over. They come out of ahrams , and it’s time for them to celebrate Eid.
For the last six years I have been sending money for the sacrificial animal to one relative, or other to make the sacrifice on my behalf. Since I’m not there, all the meat is distributed amongst the poor people. Normally the meat is divided into three portions. One portion is for one own self, the second one for relatives, and friends, and the third one goes to the poor.
I hope next year Insha’Allah I’m able to offer my sacrifice here.
As Eid ul Adha draws nearer, the narrow country roads are filled with sheep and goats being taken to markets across in home country. The animals amble along the road sides nibbling grass. When a car approaches the owners try to herd their animals to sides of the road to make a passage for the car, much to the ire of the driver.
When my late husband R was alive, he would take care of buying a goat, or two for our yearly sacrifice on Eid day. Now I have to do the sacrifice. For the first two years I asked my brother in law to do it on my behalf, and would send the money to him for buying the animal. The animal’s meat is divided into three portions. One is for one’s own consumption, second is for giving to relatives and friends, and the the third one is to be distributed among the poor and needy.
The relatives, and friends didn’t need the meat as they would have done their own sacrifice, and I wasn’t there, so the meat was given away to the ones in need.
Meat prices keep going higher every year in home country. For the poor it’s one day when they can have meat to their hearts content. R would laugh at the way the children who came to our gates would try to trick him into giving them more meat than their share. They would take their share, and again stand in line after hiding it.
The last three years I have been sending money for the sacrifice to daughter’s father in law. God Bless him for doing it on my behalf. This year Insha’Allah it’s going to be the same.
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