So Much Poverty, So Much Riches
We have Eid, a festival. Two Types, one is of happiness and colours, the other is of Sacrifice. Twice a year that makes me going to my village, cuz i live away from it. My grandparents migrated from our village to the city for the sake of my parent's education, and now by the grace of Allah, all is well and happy.
On the Eid of Sacrifice, known as Bakara Eid in Pakistan and Eid-ul-Azha around the world, i went to my village for the first time and the sun there was amazing with the perfect sunlight. While i was busy sun bathing, the servants were busy sacrificing the bull. While the bull was being slaughtered, the people were hearing. While the people were hearing, they were also waiting.
Well, here I was in my lawn, in my village, wearing the clothes i had designed specially for myself with so much love. While outside our house people started to gather. I decided to have a look. And i did have a look. Children holding shopping bags, women, men, babies, kids with clothes so new and shiny and kids with nothing to wear. Lipstick smeared across little girls' faces and their excitement. Nearly 300 people were banging on the door for two hours. They were all excited that the bull was being slaughtered. It's not everyday that a bull is slaughtered like this.
After the bull is done with and the pieces are cut, the gates of our home are opened and in come the ones waiting outside. And all they had been waiting for was their share of the meat. You could feel the desperation. The lawn is flooded with people while my heart is flooded with emotions. So much poverty, so much riches. While the rich do nothing about it.
Here's a view of the lawn, i had a VGA camera in the cell phone i used, but the blurriness of the picture adds to the feel.
On the Eid of Sacrifice, known as Bakara Eid in Pakistan and Eid-ul-Azha around the world, i went to my village for the first time and the sun there was amazing with the perfect sunlight. While i was busy sun bathing, the servants were busy sacrificing the bull. While the bull was being slaughtered, the people were hearing. While the people were hearing, they were also waiting.
Well, here I was in my lawn, in my village, wearing the clothes i had designed specially for myself with so much love. While outside our house people started to gather. I decided to have a look. And i did have a look. Children holding shopping bags, women, men, babies, kids with clothes so new and shiny and kids with nothing to wear. Lipstick smeared across little girls' faces and their excitement. Nearly 300 people were banging on the door for two hours. They were all excited that the bull was being slaughtered. It's not everyday that a bull is slaughtered like this.
After the bull is done with and the pieces are cut, the gates of our home are opened and in come the ones waiting outside. And all they had been waiting for was their share of the meat. You could feel the desperation. The lawn is flooded with people while my heart is flooded with emotions. So much poverty, so much riches. While the rich do nothing about it.
Here's a view of the lawn, i had a VGA camera in the cell phone i used, but the blurriness of the picture adds to the feel.
