Friday, 11 October 2013

The Purpose of Eid-ul-Azha – An Important Lesson Learnt

Every year on Eid-ul-Azha, commonly known as Bakra Eid, I recall those childhood memories when I simply failed to understand the purpose of this highly significant day. I only celebrated Ramzan Eid back then and didn’t understand the point of sacrificing all these animals and then celebrating a day for it. At that time Bakra Eid only meant one thing: MESS!

I was a fussy child. The blood soaked roads, the nauseous odors and the cattle waste spread everywhere was something I simply dreaded. Hence, Bakra Eid was the day I dreaded the most in my life.

Rewinding back decades, I remember sleeping with my parents for many days after Bakra Eid because I would get nightmares of butchers and their knives. *shivers*

I used to wonder why Allah asked us to celebrate this day. Why is it even a festivity? When asked aloud, our elders used to brief us the historic events that mark this day. That led to more confusion. If even we had to sacrifice an animal because Hazrat Ibrahim did it, why do we have to celebrate? Sacrificing and then celebrating – these were two opposite words for me and I just couldn’t link the two of them together.

It is just a pity that I learnt the significance of Bakra Eid after so many years of my life. I feel remorse at wasting those childhood days, fussing over the house getting dirty. Luckily for my son, I learnt this lesson just in time to teach him what Bakra Eid actually means.

As I see him playing with his goats, feeding them with his own hands, caressing them and enjoying every moment, I think about his reaction when he will find out that his beloved goats will be slaughtered on Eid Day. But that is when I will teach him an important lesson.

SOMETIMES, WE JUST HAVE TO SACRIFICE THE THINGS WE LOVE THE MOST FOR THE SAKE OF SOMETHING THAT IS MORE IMPORTANT AND VALUABLE.

In this case, it is the love of Allah. We do it out of His love. His love is more important than our love for the cattle. We buy the cattle from our own money, we nurture and feed them ourselves, we take care of all their needs and then we sacrifice them with our own hands. Because Allah asked us to. That is what our test is. And the celebration after that is the reward of clearing the test.
 
That is how sacrifice and celebration are linked together.

Eid-ul-Azha is all about sacrificing. If you are honored with the chance of going for pilgrimage at this time of year, you will find yourself doing things that look senseless and are not routinely required. “Some things in Islam escape all logical thinking”, this is what our elders will tell us if we ask them “why is it required? What is the purpose?”

Leaving your comfortable and luxurious house to live in Mina for 3 days, praying in the ground of Arafat and staying there under the extreme heat of sun with no air-conditioners, spending a night on the rocky ground of Muzdalfa under open skies with nothing to provide shelter and then finally shaving off your head; this does sound senseless, doesn’t it? But if you think logically, this is the time you learn some very important lessons of sacrificing. You sacrifice all your luxuries and comforts to blindly follow what Allah has required. Think about it. Allah doesn’t ask a man to shave his beard because he knows that is easy for him. But instead he asks a man to shave his head because he knows men love their hair. This reminds me of a joke that a man who got an expensive hair transplant would never go for pilgrimage.

But that is what SACRIFICE is and that is what Islam teaches us.

And Islam is so perfect that it doesn’t require a woman to shave her head because then it will destroy the woman’s beauty and her femininity.

My mother often says, “Be thankful that Allah sent down a lamb in place of Hazrat Ismail. If it were him, we had to sacrifice humans.”

No, my dear mother. 

The Quran says: “This day have I perfected your religion for you, completed my favor upon you and have chosen for you Islam as your religion…” [5:3]

And this is a proof that Islam is a perfect religion. 



Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Why was Burger King such a Secret Affair?


I just learned on Saturday 6TH October at midnight that Burger King’s first outlet had opened in Karachi, ALREADY! Well, I didn’t know ANYTHING about it, not even any news of it opening anytime soon. I didn’t even know about the venue where the first outlet will be. And I don’t live under the rock! Certainly not.

In fact, we have been waiting for Burger King to arrive in Pakistan since a long time especially after Hardees was opened and we thought “we would never go to Hardees if there was Burger King around”. All I heard about it was that a contract had been signed between MCR Pakistan, the franchisee of Pizza Hut Pakistan, and The Burger King Worldwide Inc and that it would open sometime in mid-2014. I learnt this news from an article published in Express Tribune on July 16th, 2013. It was further mentioned that the venue has not been selected yet. Who knew just months later, they would surprise people in Karachi by opening their first outlet in the heart of city that is BOAT BASIN. Thank God, we won’t have to travel all the way to Nazimabad, battling traffic, kaala dhuwaan, and honks from truck drivers to finally find solace in a hamburger that lacks what you call “SATISFACTION”. Yes, the billboards along the way keep you motivated but it isn’t long when you realize it’s a far cry from what you were expecting.

Coming to Burger King, I am a true fan of it especially their fries. The scrumptious, crispy fries and just the right combination of ingredients that make a burger worth the guilt and the time you spend in queues listening to your husband’s grumblings, is what I am expecting from Burger King.

The only reason I can think of why they kept The Burger King Issue such a secret is that they were afraid of the Karachi public and especially those living in Defence and Clifton Area. Even people living in far-away places like me are “in town” on Saturdays. Probably they were just afraid of their newly built restaurant being bombarded with a throng of people hungry for burgers and fries. Who knows, they might even ruin the place, or so they must have thought. I heard it was bombarded already; “word of mouth marketing is the best type of advertisement”, a friend told me.

Another reason comes in my mind as I think about my rumbling stomach and my taste buds craving for a bite of scrumptiousness; they might have been afraid of people hailing it as haram even before its launch. Oh please, if anybody is planning to do that, don’t tell me anything until I eat there. Just keep MUM until I tell you. I’ll post a status on Facebook “Me eating Burger King” and then you can bombard my phone with all the messages about Burger King being haram. Just don’t do this zulm before I get a taste of it. It has been ages…


Wednesday, 2 October 2013

To My Dear Sony VAIO Laptop…



I hope you could see how sincerely sorry I am for cheating on you for I have been looking for a new companion now… You have been my loyal companion for over five years. You have suffered several blows and hits when you just stop working and your buttons seem to stuck. You have endured my curses when you freeze for what seems like ages. You throw me into a fit of frustration when you complete an half an hour task in 2 hours. When the document I type has all the “As” missing because later I find out that there is a grain of rice stuck underneath the ‘A’ key and so, all the time I have been hitting the key, it wasn’t responding. Now, when I have to correct it all over again, you surely stomach some more curses.

Whatever I eat or drink, I feed it to you too. Please don’t take me wrong, I just care for you. It hurts when you are so hungry and thirsty doing all the work for me while I am always chewing, sipping and munching on something. Well, now you have got a taste of everything. I know you love green tea because whenever I am sipping it, something always seems to happen and I drip it on you. And you go thirsty very soon! I have told you many times water is not good for you.

You have also served as a drum for my son. How can I forget that? When he watches a movie on you and a song plays, he bangs you to the tune of the song. But when something goes wrong and you throw him into a fit of frustration, he goes to the extremes and bites you. But remember how many times I have saved from those tragedies? And how many times I was just a bit too late?

Your CD player is full of dust. I can’t even dare to open it as I am allergic to dust.

Oh yes, and your battery is long dead. You just don’t work more than 5 minutes without a socket.

Coming to your appearance, you have grown old, my dear. You were silver when we first met. A shiny, silver-grey but now you have got blemishes and aging marks all over your body. You are no more a pretty sight to look at.


So you see, it’s clearly time that I move on. I hope you could see how much I am grieving right now for I know I am going to miss you… *sniff* *sniff*