Eid Eid Eid! Yay Eid. Here's how the day goes:
Meat. This Eid is (partly) in celebration of when Abraham was supposed to sacrifice his son, but got to kill a sheep instead, so everyone sacrifices a sheep. I was woken up in the morning by the wonderful sounds of sheep screams. My immediate neighbors must have been killing one, because I have never heard it before. Depending on the wealth of the family, you share the sheep amongst as many people as you need to. This particular sheep was brought back to Abu Nishmee's house for parceling out into grocery bags to be delivered to family around town. House smelled like meat.
Then we had a delicious breakfast of meat hunks, with bread and yogurt for dipping. Gross, one should not a whole plate of chunks of fatty sheep meat at 9 in the morning.
Aside from having meat, the most important thing about Eid is having new clothes. Everyone gets a new outfit. Yet another opportunity to get a picture of my camera-shy friend.
Fierce pose to optimally exhibit new clothes. Unfortunately, her best item, her light up shoes, can't be worn in the house.
Tamer, Ya Tamer. Visited my favorite little guy for the first time in a month or so. I'm sorry to say, his haircut, clothing, and general demeanor have taken a turn for the worse since his dad came home from studying in Holland. Not sure why.
I'm here too. And available for photoshoots.
Everyone visits all of their family on Eid. The added bonus is that all the men have to give the women in their family money, and everyone has to give the kids money. I've never seen these kids beat feet so fast. The more houses you hit, the more money you get. It's good form to only ask money of family, but when the entire village is somehow related, the opportunities are almost endless.
