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June 16, 2025, Your Friendly Neighborhood Eid Comedian posted this.
Tighten your prayer caps, everyone, because I'm preparing to ride you through my comedy ride of my Eid Ul Adha celebration on June 7, 2025. Eid Ul Adha, or the Festival of Sacrifice, is Muslims' equivalent of a blockbuster celebration—picture Avengers: Endgame but with goats instead of superheroes, fewer Avengers, and more yummy food. So, hold a fake plate of biryani in your hands, and let's set off on a day of religion, relatives, and a good measure of laughter to make your abs ache.
The Morning: Wake Up, Shine, and Get Through the Kurta Struggle
The day started with a whisper at break of dawn, "Yo, it's Eid, wake up!" I woke up and stood with zombie soldier-like countenance that has seen a war and lost to a pillow and fought its way into Eid clothes. Getting dressed in a kurta-pajama is like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube with your hands tied behind your back—drawstrings are your nemesis! Having conquered wardrobe malfunction, I hired the services of my two little brothers (bribe them with proper sweets to pay for a dentist break) and our Yoda, my grampa.
We swaggered out to the Eidgah like in a b-budget Bollywood film, slow-motion swaggering and daydreaming background music. For dummies, the Eidgah is the open area where our community performs namaj (prayer) at Eid. It's essentially a Muslim concert festival, except we have prayer rugs rather than glow sticks, and the pricey tacos are replaced with free dates afterwards. The crowd was giant-people traveled from far enough away, I'm sure some of them had oxygen tanks and a Sherpa camel along. Shoulder-to-shoulder packed with dozens of people is the kind that makes your hairs stand on end and is like you're the lead actor of a Marvel movie Islamic. I kept thinking, "Alhamdulillah, I'm alive, I'm Muslim, and didn't tread on anyone's foot during sujood!
"The imam delivered such a brief and to-the-point sermon that even my brothers failed to mount a TikTok revolution."
Five stars, imam, you've named it!
The Kurbani Bedlam: When Goats Steal the Show
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If you have it, you offer an animal (goat, sheep, cow, or a stray camel if you're shams), then divide the meat into three portions—family, friends, and the poor. It's heavenly BBQ time when all are invited, including your neighbor who "borrows" your Wi-Fi service. Now I want to inform you about the Kurbani circus in my house. Our animals were corralled, and I warn you, these goats were more mouthy than a reality show celebrity. One of them side-eyes me so badly that I almost apologized and gave it my lunch. I jumped in on "helping," and that was all about waving around, and not hovering over pails, or collapsing in horror at the goats.
My uncles were screaming orders like they're directing a low-budget action movie—Kurbani: Rise of the Hooves.
My single uncle is just screaming, "Hold it right!"
and I'm yelling, "Bro, I'm holding my mind, what else you want?!" My brothers, God rest their overexcitable minds, thought they were goat-whisperers but managed to herd a runaway sheep that appeared to be championing liberation. Despite all the hoo-haa, we did succeed in making it halal, did it properly. ???? Hard work, no doubt, but a lesson in humility—not everyone can afford to purchase himself a Kurbani, and by not the goat itself, but by the subsequent therapy sessions, dealing with one! Sweating buckets, traumatized at some point, but as smug as a peacock at a Muslim, tradition.
The Afterparty: Roast Sessions and Food Comas with the Family
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Our kitchen had been converted into spice war zone, with my mom and aunts cooking as if they are on Top Chef: Eid EditionAds. So mouthwatering kebabs that they should be the main attraction of a food TV ad, so aromatic biryani that it can wake a patient who is in coma, and so pure gulab khurma that it will send a camel to sugar coma. My brother and I pushed our faces full, swapped tales (like the fabled times when my cousin tried to "ride" a goat and hurled himself at a bush), and contributed to neighbors and the poor to partake in the meat.
That's Eid spirit—sharing food, love, and possibly some fabled roasts of my cousin's choices.
Running into my friends later, we re-discussed the centuries-old debate of whose sheer khurma is superior. (Star alert: Mom wins, but I'll let my aunt discover and navigate a laddu war at dawn with. And let me tell you, it was nightfall. And I was barely getting into bed when an insomnia-ridden camel had a fantasy about sitting kebabs with no goats dominating my afternoons. Eid Ul Adha is not a day, but an entire comedy show with half-baked religion and family.).
Why Eid Ul Adha Is the GOAT (See What I Did I There?)
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It's really all about sacrifice, gratitude, and harmony.
Whether you’re praying at the Eidgah, trying not to get outsmarted by a sheep, or just vibing with your family over a plate of biryani, it’s a day that fills your heart (and your fridge).
June 7, 2025, was a glorious mix of spiritual highs, family shenanigans, and culinary chaos.
Here's to further Eids—more laughter, more love, and maybe less goats plotting their evil plan. Most ridiculous Eid story of the day? Spill the tea in the comments and LOL 'til your heart is content!
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Fun fact: Want to know more about Eid Ul Adha? It's one of Islam's two holidays (its cousin is Eid Ul Fitr), where they celebrate Prophet Ibrahim's sacrifice by praying, sacrificing, and massive feasts. More deets? Read some actual Islamic books or have your Muslim friends quiz you—they'll they'll probably invite you over for dinner at their house so incred that even the goats would agree!undefinedundefined
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