Eid el-Adha, the feast of sacrifice or a big party, celebrating the choice of man's submission to Allah and is a celebration of joy and joy, new clothes, plenty of food, gifts, coins to children who pass from door to door to proudly display hairstyles, new shoes and gold embroidery.
Allah wants to make a covenant with Abraham, to check his faith and to guarantee a dynasty that will live all over the world will be blessed, bringing the faith of Abraham all nations: to give proof of his faith in Allah, Abraham agreed to obey a command to sacrifice his son on the day and the place which is indicated.
Abraham passes the test, his faith is strong, but could not be, could have refused to sacrifice that son, the only legitimate heir was from Sarah who got pregnant in very advanced age, and only thanks to divine intervention, would could protect him, not trusting God to give his life and Ishmael, the illegitimate son, his offspring.
The risk is of man and of God who gave man freedom of choice. To have faith means to consider
Allah is reliable, believe that He will keep its commitments and will honor its obligations.
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Tabaska I celebrated this year in Senegal, home of my husband, in St. Louis.
After praying in the mosque, in the morning, it makes the sacrifice, killing a sheep with the excision of the jugular and making the blood flow into a pit dug on purpose.
It 'a very strong, for a moment the air becomes rarefied, breathing stops you in your throat, takes a moment, then everything returns to normal, death came and went and this time it was not taken away this time Isaac and reaffirmed the mutual respect that exists between God and Man.
My husband almost did not say a word, his compassion for the ram white, big and strong, taking the balance from his hands, was in his muscles tense, heart pounding, and oppression of the previous minutes hours later, in silence and respect for the animal that died to feed the covenant between a man and his god.
I learned it in less than a minute, a view of life and the simple faith and unwavering: he does not know, but it taught me to be strong.
The Tabaska is not only what we see here, are used to seeing the meat and the animals as two separate things (one counter in the supermarket and other documentaries), it is a feast of blood, a celebration of power riddled with excessive spending and superficial rituals of conservatives, in the worst tradition of waste.
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Tabaska this is also a celebration of consumerism just as our modern Christmas waste of money, debts, need to make major gifts through mock important.
But as Christmas, Tabaska is also more.
Tabaska The home of my husband was a quiet celebration of money if they are spent, the right ones to celebrate the rite and to give satisfaction to the boys wearing their new white dresses and embroidered Moroccan slippers and if I went around the neighborhood like two cockerels plucked.
My mother-in-law and my sister in law, Baba and the guys worked all day, however, working together in the ritual, the skinning, preparing and cooking meat, then in itself, for the days to come and for the poor that are donated in part.
They worked almost in silence, until, towards evening, washed with a shower from fatigue, dust, a sense of wonder, and clothes with new clothes, did not start the round of greetings and good wishes.
Dèwenèti
Ball but akk
Ball nala
Yallah Yalla na Ñu Boole ball
Greetings.
I ask your forgiveness and I ask forgiveness from you.
May Allah forgive us all.
The men around the neighborhood and the women at home to receive relatives and children coming in around the houses.
It's hot, made hot all day but when he started the round of greetings and refreshing is the dusk, the moon is not full, but it shines bright.
A handshake, a look at this curious Toubab intimidated dressed in green on the leather sofa in the living room, proudly explained, "is the wife of Babacar", best wishes to rhyme like water flowing over the pebbles, while others wish the owner home and take the road of the district.
I was expecting fireworks, sabar all night, all calls from the minaret, the vulgarity of the typical traditional festivals everywhere: there is only a moment, brief but intense, joyful explosion of trading of calls sounds pavoneggianti performances.
The day celebrated a sacrifice, alliance, in silence, with respect, in peace, making the link balance in a family reunited after years of absence and a new little family that was celebrating its first new Tabaska.
