Another Eid-Ul-Azha, Qurbani Eid or A day to understand the importance of sacrifice. I’m not going to write an ethical essay on how materialistic things have become now, how the price of the sacrificial animal is more important than understanding why an animal is / was sacrificed. This is my first Eid Ul Azha with husby. We’ve both grown up with beautiful memories during our childhood at these Eids. But as our first together, we are here far away from home country, planning for work tomorrow. I don’t miss much, but he does since his migrant-age is nearly a year compared to mine. I’ve lost count!
Eid-Ul-Azha, in my early childhood years when we were well off $$wise was grand. As I grew up, and saw the reality of financial struggle, I learnt the real meaning of Eid-Ul-Azha. I learnt that my parents no longer bought new cloths for themselves, but made sure me and my sister had one. I learnt to donate the money to support a family-in-need or to save someones life, even though we could’ve used that money for our luxurius sacrificial animal. I learnt, visiting my nani was more important, than sacrificing an animal, and enjoying the meat as a feast while donating only part of it. I learnt, that my dad gave away money saved for our Eid celebrations to his staff bonus as it meant them going home to their family with proper gifts.
This Eid, when I see husby smiling despite seeing his entire family in Bangladesh celebrating Eid, trying not to be homesick and appreciate whatever I can arrange for him, I learn another kind of sacrifice at Eid-Ul-Azha. The sacrifice of keeping yourself from indulging in self-pity and complaint and sharing whatever happiness you can catch with the people you love.