Preparations for Bukhra Eid have already begun.
Through the streets, cows and camels
Sheep and oxen are taken to market
Ready to be sold for the big day.
On the night of Eid, people look up
The anticipation builds
Hoping to see that flash of silver
Clouds overhead, cover the dark sky
Just when all hope is gone,
Suddenly a clear patch of sky appears
And then, there in the sky is the moon
Hugs and cries of 'Eid Mubark' follow.
The morning of Eid arrives
The celebrations begin immediately.
New clothes for everyone.
Money is given to excited children
Animals are slaughtered and the flesh given to the poor
People visit each other, celebrating the day.
Outside, children play on the back streets,
But on the main roadsite, are streaks of blood,
A vivid reminder of the cost of the special day.
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