Upon my arrival to my host nephew’s birth ceremony at 8am —
Me: “Oh, the baby’s so cute! …Oh, they’re singing that celebration song that I learned. …Oh, hey, are we taking a walk outside with the baby? That’s nice…”
*we enter the garage and see a ram tethered to the wall*
My host family tried to reassure me that the sacrifice is a good thing because the ram is with Allah now. Not sure the ram feels exactly the same way.