Preface

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The dawn fog has lifted into the bright day of Eid-al-Adha. Voices glorifying the name of the Lord spread through the wet atmosphere. Elders and youngsters set their way toward mosques nearby. Their new dresses and white caps revealed the enthusiasm filled inside them. Hymns from the Holy Book melted with the beautiful day air. The birds chirped along until the sun came up with a golden glow; making every visible seem gold plated. The day had its gloss. Charming contagious smiles on everyone exiting the mosque have also made the day. It was completely refreshing to the humanity. Celebrations began, rallying down the streets were the joyous children hopping with the greatest smile on their faces. They carried small purses; elders gifted them money.

Someday they'll have to be a part of the elders too. But then, fun will just lay low amid the tension and stress they carry. The day will be over within minutes. The moment will pass just after the elocution by the Imam. It will be only the hugs that make you less stressful. Life is, most of the time, stones and tomatoes thrown at you. Some will hurt and some stick on you and stink. It's the time you celebrate when you clean the mess up. The rest of the time is learning; what to do in what manner without getting thrown at with another tomato.

Today, just forget what would happen in the recent future or what just happened. The only thing that matters is you having the day completely. Go to the kitchen and have some lemon tea. It will cheer you up. And for some side snack, a biscuit will do.

Now, get changed into your new pants and shine for a while. The day is musical, tap along with it. But, what will I do after the prayer? There's an animal sacrificing event. Just visit the yard and bring some meat to the family. Then What? Huh. Just quit thinking like a psycho-maniac. You'll be fine. But, I don't have friends or similar people in my family! OK, that's it. Here's what we're going to do. After lunch, if the atmosphere's cool, we're going to the bus station and wait till something pops up, done.

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