Eid Al-Adha

My morning sleep-in dreams were haunted by a cacophony** of music.  When I really woke up, I realized that there wasn’t just one source of loud blaring music, but 5.  Awesome.  Thankfully, the jubilation has calmed down to just one set of speakers blaring one song at a time.  They were just playing an Arabic version of Shakira’s “Whenever, Wherever”.  Not as strange as hearing 50 Cent’s “In Da Club” lyrics, “drink Bacardi like it’s your birthday” bounce off the hills at 8 in the morning, but still, a little strange.  The tune is familiar, but the lyrics…  I don’t understand them.  Welcome, male Arabic Shakira. 

Today is the first day of Eid Al Adha, the festival of sacrifice.  The Mister and I stayed up way too late last night watching stupid tv, so we were fairly certain that we wouldn’t be waking up at 6 a.m to try to catch glimpses of running rivers of blood.  There was a gun blast that got me stumbling out of bed, but my bleary vision didn’t distinguish anything out of the ordinary.  Last year, we watched our neighbour and his sons/grandsons skin the sheep on their roof.  This year, there wasn’t any such public display.  It’s a little different in the nicer areas of town, I suppose.  I heard of a story of a woman who tried to leave her apartment building but couldn’t because the other residents had killed their sacrificial bull in the entrance-way.  There was blood everywhere.  She turned around and went back up to her flat.  I’ve also heard about people walking down the street and having to strategically pick out their steps in order to avoid the puddles of blood.  Nice!  I’ve never witnessed anything like this.  Next year, I might just get up the guts (har har) to ask if I can be present at the time of sacrifice.  Of course, I wouldn’t take Charlie and Lola along.   I don’t think Lola’s heart could handle it.  Poor thing.  She slept with her eye mask on again last night.  Shut out the world, dear girl, shut out the world. 

Happy Eid Al Adha, everyone! 

**The Mister would be so proud of me, using such a big word!  See, The Mister?  I listen when you talk.  I listen.

One thought on “Eid Al-Adha

  1. Di says:

    Remember when I made fun of the Mister for using that word in his opening paragraph? ha ha! It was good, though…I was just giving him a hard time.

    Go to the village! You’ll get more than an eyeful. I had to look away during the decapitation last year, but I saw the skin being pulled away.

    Happy Eid, White Girl!

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