Little Fatima stepped out with glee, her new pet by her side .She called him Pyari and tied a red bow around his slender neck. As her woolly, bob tailed friend, pranced around in joy, at this freedom, Fathima was the envy of the other kids .
Young Ahmed was delighted as he strutted down the street, flanked by his two long eared friends. He called them each by name, Danish and Darius , yanking them close with pride, proprietarily, every time they strayed, as he herded them home .
The children laughed and played, with these their newfound friends. Hours they spent grooming them, feeding them, and loving them, these hapless sacrificial lamb . Did those wretched creatures know, they were soon to be slaughtered ?
Their pitiful bleat, their wailing, filled the night air, as they gazed at the face of death, before the sacrifice. Then cane the men with the axe , the lamb and goats are slayed. Fatima, Ahmed and other children like them, they watched as their dear friends were silenced . If their hearts were broken, if those innocent minds were tormented, no one really knew, for they stood there laughing and greeting one another, on the festival day.
Mary Jacob 
Really hard hitting. Maybe we should all turn vegetarian. Better for the animals, our health and the environment. It seems the carbon footprint of grazing animals for food is huge
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Thank you dear Savi 🙏
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Eid mubarak!? Must be heartbreaking. But even we don’t think about this when the steaming hot biriyani is in front of us.
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We don’t think either. Really heartbreaking to hear those poor creatures bleat . I wonder about the effect it has on little children – to watch those animals being slaughtered ?
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