Every year, the arrival of Eid-ul-Azha brings a wave of excitement in our homes. The enjoyment and contention we derive from feeding animals and taking care of them is just very special.
Watching animals that got attached with us, being sacrificed is emotional and scary at the same time. And the barbecue of the sacrificial meat that we do at night is an absolutely amazing time because all home fellows along with cousins gather as we cook and eat together. We play, laugh and enjoy lot of.
The joy of this Eid is unmatchable, therefore let me share some of my memories from last Eid-ul-Azha celebration. Last year we bought a cow and a goat for us. They were both very beautiful, Masha Allah. I used to feed the goat with my own hands and my brother did the same with cow. Although, I am always a bit scared of animals, last time eid ul azha was different.
Both of our animals were hyperactive and the goat was extra lively, which created an emotional attachment.
Our goat was of golden brown colours, and it looked pretty. The time spent with it and the way it entertained us will always be memorable for us. When we brought it from the ‘Mandi’, only my brother took care of it and fed it for three days. Then one of my cousins came over to our house to play with it and opened its rope to take it for a walk. It was going all fine till the goat saw my brother coming from the other side of the street. As it had grown attached to my brother, the goat ran towards my brother as fast as it could and also dragged Ibrahim with it. The goat stopped only after reaching my brother, and by this time Ibrahim was badly injured.
He was immediately taken to a clinic nearby as he had a lot of injured. When I heard about this incident, instead of feeling sorry for Ibrahim I began to laugh and was unable to stop. Well, the mischievousness of the energetic goat did not end, here’s one more but, thankfully this one was not that bad and it didn’t injure someone.
It happened two days later when we were relaxed as the goat didn’t try to run anywhere. My mother had bought me new earrings. I held them in my hands and went out of my house and showed those earrings first to our cow, but it didn’t pay any attention so I went to our goat, who had become my best friend. It smelled it first and then stared at my earrings for a minute. Then I stood up but it was too late as I realised that it had taken them in its mouth and gulped them down to its stomach.
Alas! It was actually very painful for me as I loved those earrings of mine which were now probably resting in its stomach. I cried a lot but it was of no use, everybody calmed me down and at last I forgave the goat.
Finally on the first day of Eid, the time came to sacrifice our goat. I cried a lot that day. Not only I, but my family were also crying silently. We all missed it a lot despite all its mischievousness and I really hope that we find another goat similar to it this time. Ameen.
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