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This is how we celebrated this year's "Festival of Sacrifice"....

On this last 28th November we celebrated Eid-Ul-Azha in our country. "Eid-ul-Azha" means "Festival of sacrifice". For greater details about Eid-ul-Azha click here. Usually our family celebrates Eid-ul-Azha at our village home.... This year was no difference. We went to our village home in the morning. After Eid-prayer we sacrificed three cows in the name of Almighty Allah. Then we waited... Waited.. waited and waited until the meat was ready to eat! And then came the grand feast! I ate a lot of meat with my brother and cousins. The meal was satisfactory. Then... returned home. Slept! :)

Here are some snaps of our celebration of Eid-ul-Azha:

[In the morning... When we were ready to start our journey towards village home][On the way to village home... Photo credit goes to my Bro]
[Embracing each other after Eid prayer... common scene of Eid day]
[With my cousin Faisal]
[From the left: Me, My cousin: Sohel, My elder bro: Nahid]
[That little kid was carrying a bunch of loads over his head on Eid day!!! This is the reality of our country. But he happily agreed to take pictures with me]
[While we were taking pictures of the surroundings of the village this little kid was the only constant spectator... ]
[Beside the pond of our village home... The sacrificial slaughter is going on... 4th one from the left is my father.. with white Panjabi and Lungi][That's my eldest "Chaccha" (Uncle)][These were used to fire up the cooking system][Cooking is on going...][Finally... our waiting came to an end...!!! :)][My bro... couldn't hold his mouth any more :P]
These rabbits are the pets of my cousin: Nayan who lives at our village home.... Aren't they cute?

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  1. I think the spirit of charity is the main thing that spurs me on during "big" Eid, to give as much as you can in the form of charitable gifts. So many starving people in the world we can share our resources with. We should never lose sight of that.

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  2. Wonderful pictures and it is the first time I heard about this festival. Thanks for sharing.

    Wonderful posting!

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  3. @robin: Thanks :)

    @Shaheen: You are so right dear. I guess our family followed the rules of distribution of meats perfectly. Inshallah we wil keep it up!

    @Erik: Thanks pal. Hope to see you around again! :)

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