I lived in a clean house. My boss was a very good man at heart. He loved me very much. He took care of me all the time. I was just a little porcupine when my boss started taking care of me, he took care of my every need, gave me food on time and never scolded me for no reason.
My boss also had two small children. They also loved me very much. If they caressed my back with love, I would be happy. I used to go for walks on my own in the morning. And he would meet his friends who lived a short distance away.
He would tell them his master's words, and then come back at the appointed time to eat. And all day long he wandered around his master's house and sometimes out of the house.
I was much healthier by eating green leaves and soft grass. My master's two children loved me very much.
They would tell me something in their own language and I would just watch them quietly. He would sometimes sit with me for hours. And they would sometimes try unsuccessfully to grab my neck with their tiny hands and everyone would be happy to touch my long, long ears.
I was very happy in this house. I started liking people. I used to think how cute all these human beings are that we love animals so much. I never believed the words of my friends who said that humans are very bad and they treat animals badly.
I didn't believe them because I was very naughty and very naughty but my boss never scolded me.
My boss was a very poor man. He could barely make ends meet.
For a few days now I have been constantly watching my boss get very upset. Whenever he looked at me, he would become sad and depressed. The next morning, as usual, he went to see his friends a short distance away. So there were very few of my friends standing there.
I went to a friend who was a little older and asked where everyone had gone, and he told me a different story.
He said: Eid-ul-Adha is coming, in which Muslims fulfill the Sunnah of sacrifice by slaughtering animals by the command of Allah. We goats and goats, including camels, oxen, sheep, etc. are also sacrificed.
Yesterday some people came in a big car and took our owners with us at the cost of our colleagues. So that they can go there and sell them in the market. We are all waiting for someone to come and take us with us.
I was shocked to hear all this. But gradually I understood everything, I also understood the reason why my boss was sad that my boss would sell me one day and pay off a lot of debt he had incurred on him but thinking of my separation he Gets sad and depressed.
The days went by like this. All my friends around me left. But no one came to my master to buy me. Maybe because I was alone. And the buyers had to buy the animals together. My boss was upset to see this situation.
Finally one day he decided that he would take me and sell me in the city.
So one morning my master put a rope around my neck and brought me to the door of the house, suddenly I realized the presence of someone behind me, I looked back and both my master's children looked at me with full eyes had been.
Like saying goodbye. I made a special sound out of my mouth and saw them for the last time and we left.
The goats did not go to the market from where the animals were brought. There was also a large crowd of goat buyers, my owner had applied henna on my white body.
So that i can look beautiful I was just looking at the goat market when two young men with severed mustaches came to my boss and asked about me. Living with humans, I began to understand what they were saying.
Suddenly one of the two young men put his dirty hands on my face and opened my mouth to look. I could smell his hands. Finally he saw the teeth in my mouth and left my mouth. I breathed a sigh of relief.
But I still had my test. Leaving my mouth, he started touching my neck. Sometimes he would put his dirty hands on my leg and sometimes on my back and mutter something with his mouth. Eventually they both left. And I was thankful that I didn't like them.
It was too late for them both to leave, now everyone was coming to see me. I was tired of having everyone try me out. I opened my mouth again and again, my jaws began to ache. I don't know what they were looking for in my mouth.
By God, it was night time and there was some peace in the goat market. I was feeling very tired. My master tied the other end of the rope around my neck with his feet and lay down there himself. I also sat there and fell asleep.
And I don't know when I fell asleep.
Suddenly a loud noise opened my eyes, the sun had not yet risen completely. And in the market again, the same initiative had started. Today the rush was increasing. An old man with two small children came to see me.
The two little ones were very naughty. One grabbed my horn and the other pulled my leg. I recovered from my anger. My heart longed to hit them both with one leg today but stopped when I saw my master. This old man also looked at the teeth in my mouth with trembling hands as usual and left.
I began to think in my heart that maybe I don't like seeing my dirty teeth and that was it. I always kept my teeth clean. Here in the city, after eating dirty water and dry rotten grass, a lot of dirt had accumulated on my teeth.
And they probably wanted a white-toothed goat. This day also passed like three.
Today was my third day in the market. There were signs of distress on my boss's face. At first no one liked it. And whatever he liked, he would listen to my price and go away touching my ears.
Even today, the market was busier than ever. It had been three days since I had been constantly eating dirty water and weeding. But I did not complain about my master. My boss always gave me good food. Today I had to come to work in his difficult time.
As usual, my mouth was opened several times today. And everyone who came looked at my teeth with a twinkle in their eye. My heart wanted me to open my mouth before anyone who came to see me touched me.
Even today, no one liked me, they would run away when they heard my price. Obviously, I was a healthy goat raised in the village. My boss had to pay a good price for me. And I was so beautiful that most of my fellow goats in the market would sigh when they saw me.
There were few days left in Eid. Today was my fourth day in the market. I was standing quite well today. My boss made it well with henna. It was late in the evening when an old man came to me with his three young children, stared at me and asked my boss for my price.
I finally liked it, my boss took the price and handed the rope to this man. And my master began to caress my back. I figured I'd have to go see someone else. My boss will be someone else now. The man took me to his car, and after a short journey we stopped at the gate of a luxurious house.
The goat came, the goat came. All the children in the house were shouting for joy. Everyone was watching me eagerly. I was tied up in a corner of the yard.
The children in the house were very naughty.
They did not allow me to leave China for even a moment. Someone would grab my horn and someone would pull my leg. Someone would hit me on the ears and someone would pull my hair. How long will it last? I hit one child lightly and all the children moved away from me.
I breathed a sigh of relief, unfortunately since I came no one asked for water, no food, my anger was over.
I looked up and saw the children. So I saw a small child in the distance. He who was looking at me with great love, brought the grass lying in the house in front of me, and also brought water.
I looked at this child with grateful eyes and was happy in my heart that there is someone to take care of me.
There was only one day left in Eid. A big B brought me pieces of dry bread and put them in my mouth again and again.
I thought the townspeople didn't even know what to feed a goat, I didn't eat those dry pieces and started making loud noises. She became very angry and said: Look at her palms, she doesn't eat or drink anything, she just eats her brain by talking.
I was already very sad to miss the village. I was very sorry to hear the words of this big B from above. Heart tochaha a strong buck this big B also rooted. But be patient. And said nothing. In the evening all the family came together to see me.
So a little boy began to say. "When will Amy get her milk out?" I laughed heartily when I heard this. And everyone in the house started laughing. When all the family members left, the same child of yesterday whom all the family members used to call Harris. He came to me.
He started caressing my back with love. And then he untied the rope and took me out for a walk. He would let go of my rope wherever I wanted to go. He fell in love with me He would stand in the yard several times a day and watch me.
He took care of my every need. As the day of my sacrifice approached, I realized that I had been chosen to sacrifice in the way of God. I will go to heaven. And I will live there with luxury and pleasure. Harris had become accustomed to me.
Harris pointed to me on the moonlit night and addressed his Baba in a sad tone. "Baba, can't it stay with us forever ...?" Baba fell in love with Harris and said, "Dear son, tomorrow we will have to sacrifice him in the way of Allah."
The question came to Harith's little mind. "Son, because thousands of years ago today, when Abraham (peace be upon him) was commanded to sacrifice his beloved son." So the pleasure of Allah prevailed over the stature of the young son, his good looks and his love.
He himself tied his son's hands and feet in ropes and, expressing his love for Allah, stabbed his son Ishmael in the throat. Allah intended to test Ibrahim and he succeeded in doing so. Nar Nimrod could not burn Ibrahim (as). Similarly, by the command of Allah, the knife running through the throat of Ishmael (as) could not shed a single drop of blood from his body.
An animal was called from heaven which was slaughtered in place of Ishmael and blood was shed. Since then, it has been a tradition that the children of the Muslim Ummah commemorate Ibrahim Khalilullah (peace be upon him) by offering an animal sacrifice on the 10th of Dhul-Hijjah every year and renewing the pledge that this low spirit will support you. Come here, we will live your life. ”Harris had the answer to his question.
Let's go to sleep now, son. I have to get up early in the morning. Eid is Qurban in the morning. All the children were dressed in colorful lovely clothes. He looked very happy. Nobody thought of me. But Harris was also giving me food and water on the day of Eid. He looked sad today, he was very emotional about me.
All the men came after the Eid prayers. And they intended to slaughter me in the yard. The rope was pulled from my throat. I was laid on the ground and slaughtered before God for His pleasure. The last time I saw him.
He was Naaman. He was looking at me through the window of the room with his wet eyes. He knew That he is seeing me for the last time. I wanted to say a lot to Naaman. But could not say anything. I wanted to tell him that thank you Noman, for taking care of me, for taking me out for walks, for giving me water, don't be sad, even if I don't, one or another of my friends will come again, every year.
All you have to do is take care of your sacrificial goat and send it away every year
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