Yesterday was Eid al-Adha, which, for those who don’t know,
is a Muslim holiday that celebrates the story of Ibrahim being given a sheep to
sacrifice instead of his son. On Eid al-Adha, every family is supposed to sacrifice a sheep (in a halal way) to
symbolize this. Then the families eat
the sheep, making it sort of like Moroccan Thanksgiving. My family set up a barbecue pit in our
hallway to barbecue the lamb, and spent hours cleaning up after the eid meal
was eaten. I think my take away memory
from today will be not being able to use the bathroom for a couple hours
because of the sheep head that was being marinated on the bathroom floor.
Being in Morocco the week before eid was equally cool. Talk of Eid filled most conversations I was a
part of, and my smelly vegetable street was overwhelmed by the farm smell of
the sheep in a stable nearby. Children would
pile up to look at the sheep, and it was all my family talked about for several
days leading up to it.
Here is the pen on the street by my house:
We got our sheep Monday, so I went to visit him on Tuesday
and Wednesday morning. Luckily, I had no
intention of eating him or watching him be killed, but I was sad to say goodbye
to Sebaaaaaahstian (that’s what I named him).
Later I found his head marinating in the bathroom.
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