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Eid Mubarak? Here's how the bakra, the butcher and the tailor messed up my Bakra Eid calm
NOMAN ANSARI
Carcasses everywhere, blood flowing on the dirty streets in a foul crimson colour, the smell of freshly lacerated flesh in the air... these aren’t the streets of war torn Baghdad. No, this is the face of any bustling city in Pakistan on the first day of Eid al-Adha, better known locally as Bakra Eid, and rumored to be referred to as D-Day in cow, goat, sheep, and camel circles.
It is a day when every cow wakes up and exclaims, “Oh bhains!”
It is a day when every Pakistani child is exposed to R-Rated violence well before his first Quentin Tarantino film.
It is a day when many Pakistanis hand over the valuable skin(s) of their dead animal(s) to major political parties wordlessly, partially because watching their goat killed earlier made them weary of receiving the same treatment.
But the effects of Bakra Eid are felt a week before the horror celebrations begin.
It starts when you come home from work one fine day, and as you turn onto your street a stench greets your nostrils similar to what you’d find in a ghusul khana at a truck stop. Agitated, you ask, “aaj kisnay cholay aur lobia khai thay?” (Who ate chickpeas and beans?)
Here, you're introduced to the true source of the smell when the wail ofbakras hits your ears: “Baaahhhh.”
Sometimes you'll find more than just a bakra on your block. Camel, anyone? -- Photo: PPI
In many cities of Pakistan, there is at least one empty house or plot on every street, usually in the care of a live in caretaker and his family. On Bakra Eid, this location transforms into a Holiday Inn for cows and goats when the impoverished caretaker seizes the opportunity to earn some extra money by hosting the whole neighborhood’s livestock.
Upon smelling and hearing this congregation of bakras you immediately think two thoughts: the first is, ‘boy, I really need to close these windows,’ and the second is, ‘damn, I forgot to get a bakra.’
The bakra-buying process: not for the faint of heart
So the next morning you set off to purchase your goat.
Thankfully, in 2016, there are several convenient ways to conduct a sacrifice. Charities such as The Edhi Foundation offer affordable services where they will slaughter an animal of your choice and distribute a portion of the meat for you. Then, there are companies such as Meat One also offering the same service for a significantly higher fee.
Meat One will hand you the full spoils of your slaughter should you so desire. Both the butchery and the quality of the meat offered by Meat One are excellent, though this isn’t a surprise considering the names of the company’s founders.
As you may be aware, the owners of Meat One are former Pakistan international cricketers, Saeed Anwar and Inzamam-ul-Haq. Now I don’t know about you, but I sincerely believe this man knows his meat:
Inzamam ul Haq always had one eye on the bakra business. --
If you would rather purchase the poor animal yourself, then you could buy from the enterprising men who take up residence in street corners with goats, looking to make a profit. For buyers interested in better deals, most cities havebakra mandis (livestock markets) located on the outskirts.
Going to one of these bakra mandis can be an interesting experience, especially at nighttime, when beauty pageants starring livestock are in full swing. Yes, this actually happens.
Visiting a bakra mandi alone is never a good idea. Your best bet is to take along your creepy uncle, yes, the one whose fascination with bakras borders on creepy levels.
Visiting a bakra mandi alone is never a good idea, especially when highwaymen are ready to pounce on cash-carrying buyers, and unscrupulous sellers have no qualms about ripping you off.
On my only visit to a bakra mandi, I took my uncle who was supposedly well-versed in the characteristics of healthy goats. Now, I believe every family has such an uncle; a man whose fascination with bakras borders on creepy levels.
No matter how handsome the goat, remember, it's only a bakra, folks.
“Yeh dekho, iskay daant bohot achay hein.” (Look how nice the teeth of this animal are.)
“Iskay hont bohot surukh hein. Bohot khobsoorat bakra hay.” (This one has remarkably nice lips. It’s a beautiful goat.)
“[After slapping the animal on its rear] Is bakray kee kafee sakht raan hay.” (This goat has a nice firm ***.)
You repress your urge to mutter, “Uncle, I think you are at the wrong mandi.”
NOMAN ANSARI
Carcasses everywhere, blood flowing on the dirty streets in a foul crimson colour, the smell of freshly lacerated flesh in the air... these aren’t the streets of war torn Baghdad. No, this is the face of any bustling city in Pakistan on the first day of Eid al-Adha, better known locally as Bakra Eid, and rumored to be referred to as D-Day in cow, goat, sheep, and camel circles.
It is a day when every cow wakes up and exclaims, “Oh bhains!”
It is a day when every Pakistani child is exposed to R-Rated violence well before his first Quentin Tarantino film.
It is a day when many Pakistanis hand over the valuable skin(s) of their dead animal(s) to major political parties wordlessly, partially because watching their goat killed earlier made them weary of receiving the same treatment.
But the effects of Bakra Eid are felt a week before the horror celebrations begin.
It starts when you come home from work one fine day, and as you turn onto your street a stench greets your nostrils similar to what you’d find in a ghusul khana at a truck stop. Agitated, you ask, “aaj kisnay cholay aur lobia khai thay?” (Who ate chickpeas and beans?)
Here, you're introduced to the true source of the smell when the wail ofbakras hits your ears: “Baaahhhh.”
Sometimes you'll find more than just a bakra on your block. Camel, anyone? -- Photo: PPI
In many cities of Pakistan, there is at least one empty house or plot on every street, usually in the care of a live in caretaker and his family. On Bakra Eid, this location transforms into a Holiday Inn for cows and goats when the impoverished caretaker seizes the opportunity to earn some extra money by hosting the whole neighborhood’s livestock.
Upon smelling and hearing this congregation of bakras you immediately think two thoughts: the first is, ‘boy, I really need to close these windows,’ and the second is, ‘damn, I forgot to get a bakra.’
The bakra-buying process: not for the faint of heart
So the next morning you set off to purchase your goat.
Thankfully, in 2016, there are several convenient ways to conduct a sacrifice. Charities such as The Edhi Foundation offer affordable services where they will slaughter an animal of your choice and distribute a portion of the meat for you. Then, there are companies such as Meat One also offering the same service for a significantly higher fee.
Meat One will hand you the full spoils of your slaughter should you so desire. Both the butchery and the quality of the meat offered by Meat One are excellent, though this isn’t a surprise considering the names of the company’s founders.
As you may be aware, the owners of Meat One are former Pakistan international cricketers, Saeed Anwar and Inzamam-ul-Haq. Now I don’t know about you, but I sincerely believe this man knows his meat:
Inzamam ul Haq always had one eye on the bakra business. --
If you would rather purchase the poor animal yourself, then you could buy from the enterprising men who take up residence in street corners with goats, looking to make a profit. For buyers interested in better deals, most cities havebakra mandis (livestock markets) located on the outskirts.
Going to one of these bakra mandis can be an interesting experience, especially at nighttime, when beauty pageants starring livestock are in full swing. Yes, this actually happens.
Visiting a bakra mandi alone is never a good idea. Your best bet is to take along your creepy uncle, yes, the one whose fascination with bakras borders on creepy levels.
Visiting a bakra mandi alone is never a good idea, especially when highwaymen are ready to pounce on cash-carrying buyers, and unscrupulous sellers have no qualms about ripping you off.
On my only visit to a bakra mandi, I took my uncle who was supposedly well-versed in the characteristics of healthy goats. Now, I believe every family has such an uncle; a man whose fascination with bakras borders on creepy levels.
No matter how handsome the goat, remember, it's only a bakra, folks.
“Yeh dekho, iskay daant bohot achay hein.” (Look how nice the teeth of this animal are.)
“Iskay hont bohot surukh hein. Bohot khobsoorat bakra hay.” (This one has remarkably nice lips. It’s a beautiful goat.)
“[After slapping the animal on its rear] Is bakray kee kafee sakht raan hay.” (This goat has a nice firm ***.)
You repress your urge to mutter, “Uncle, I think you are at the wrong mandi.”
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