I’m really happy today. I’m happy because I’ve started to write again after such a long time. And I'm writing because I’m happy. I. happy cause I got to talk to Hime.
HIME!! <3
It’s not like I didn’t have anything to write about over the last few months. I had a ton of opinions I wanted to pollute the web with, I just didn’t feel like writing.
I’m so freaking tired most of the time that I don’t even want to type anything. I have a few dozen letters I want to write to a friend of mine, but I can’t even bring myself to do that. Second Semester has been so shitty you have no idea.
- I hate Bakra-Eid.
- I hate the smell of poop that fills the air.
- I hate how people leave their cow/goat feces on footpaths and you have to walk really really carefully.
- I hate how those stupid mindless animals keep bleating over and over again in the middle of the night (I’m trying to sleep for fuck’s sake.)
- I hate how Eid Namaz is followed by a priest praying for the entire freaking world, one person at a time, can’t he group humanity and offer one prayer for everyone?
- I hate how the feces on the sidewalk are replaced by blood on the first day of Eid.
- I hate how you don’t get any money on this Eid
All in all I hate Bakra Eid.
So, three days ago, I was walking around my neighborhood trying to do any last-minute shopping. Considering the amount of homework I’d been given to complete during this 5-day long Eid Break, I was in a really bad mood.
I saw a cow. . .
Well, not this particular cow, but I saw one, surrounded by little kids oooh-ing and aahhh-ing over it’s majestic (lazy, smelly) self. Petting left and right, photo-op sessions, you name it.
Feigning interest, I went over to the kids. I asked the youngest one, as sweetly as I could, to tell me the name of said cow.
“Raju” came the meek reply.
“Raju? That’s quite fitting! Look at that majestic beast! Did you name him that yourself?”
“Brother did” said the boy.
“Can I pet him?”
“Sure!” chanted the kids, obviously happy that I was taking an interest in their cow. They even showed me how to pet him
I looked deep into Raju’s big black eyes, and in loud yet gentle voice (so that the kids could hear me) I spoke to him with soothing words:
“Raju, tomorrow a man will come, and he will slit your throat, you will bleed. If you’re lucky you might be able to kick him and walk a few feet with your head dangling by a few inches of flesh. You might even vomit once your throat gets severed. Next year they’ll bring a relative of yours and kill him too….”
I made two kids from the group cry. The rest were looking at me in horror.
I love being me. :D
