Bleating sheep are walking the street, pulled and pushed by men and children. Tabaski, the annual Muslim celebration with ceremonial offering, will take place tomorrow.
Hearing the sounds of the sheep I’m wondering if they are aware of the fact that their lives will end early tomorrow morning? Traditionally the head of the family will kill the sheep by cutting its throat.
Just the thought of it makes my tummy turn and I’m already feeling sorry for all those animals.
‘They were born for that’, Amadou tells me when I express my thoughts and feelings regarding the upcoming loss of animal lives.
‘A sheep that is being killed for the great celebration goes to heaven’, he adds.
‘Do you hear them? They ask for it. It’s a big honor for them’, he says with a smile that emphasizes his words.
‘But what about all those sheep that are being killed for baptism, wedding and funeral ceremonies?, I ask him.
‘Monique, I don’t know about that, I just know that all the sheep who will be killed tomorrow will go to heaven.’
As for me it’s pretty simple: they all deserve to go to heaven. Any animal giving its life for the well-being of people has the right to have a very good ‘after-life’ no matter what day he chose to die.
I don’t like the thought of all these animals being killed in the name of religion, but what really touches me is that people, who do not have enough money to eat properly on a daily basis, actually believe that God wants them to spend lots of money on haircuts, new clothes, shoes and sheep.
For otherwise they will not be good Muslims.
Even though they’ll go to heaven tomorrow, I’ll not be walking the streets in the morning to be a witness of their last moments…