Eid Mubarak? Here's how the bakra, the butcher and the tailor messed up my Bakra Eid calm
Carcasses everywhere, blood flowing on the dirty streets in a foul crimson colour, the smell of freshly lacerated flesh in the air... these aren’t the streets of war torn Baghdad. No, this is the face of any bustling city in Pakistan on the first day of Eid al-Adha, better known locally as Bakra Eid, and rumored to be referred to as D-Day in cow, goat, sheep, and camel circles.
It is a day when every cow wakes up and exclaims, “Oh bhains!”
It is a day when every Pakistani child is exposed to R-Rated violence well before his first Quentin Tarantino film.
It is a day when many Pakistanis hand over the valuable skin(s) of their dead animal(s) to major political parties wordlessly, partially because watching their goat killed earlier made them weary of receiving the same treatment.
But the effects of Bakra Eid are felt a week before the horror celebrations begin.
It starts when you come home from work one fine day, and as you turn onto your street a stench greets your nostrils similar to what you’d find in a ghusul khana at a truck stop. Agitated, you ask, “aaj kisnay cholay aur lobia khai thay?” (Who ate chickpeas and beans?)
Here, you're introduced to the true source of the smell when the wail of bakras hits your ears: “Baaahhhh.”