Why is it so hard to reason with older people? You’re old enough; just let go of this ritual of personally slaughtering animals for sacrifice. Let the butcher handle it in two minutes. Unsanitary conditions, struggling animals, people grappling with the gruesome process—what’s the point of all this? Is it truly necessary just to eat some stew? Are we doing this because hunting is over, or do we need to “earn” the right to eat it?
When you bring this up, the classic, infuriating response is, “Then you do it!” Why should I do it? I’m saying, let the professional butcher do it!
Honestly, nothing tires you out more than other humans.
The Chaos of Slaughter
We sacrificed a goat. And to properly skin it, it needed to be hung. We hung it up, and its intestines immediately emptied out. For those who don’t know, this final release doesn’t come out in neat little pellets. It’s a noxious liquid. Now I smell like raw meat and feces. What a cursed day!
Gods want sacrifice!
With Eid al-Adha upon us, we look forward to enjoying some meat. But it gets stuck in our throats, thanks to both the zealots and the vegans—especially the vegans. As soon as the holiday approaches, vegans seem to sprout everywhere. These peculiar beings curse ordinary people who just want to enjoy a little meat, get some protein and minerals, and gnaw on overcooked, rubbery chunks made by clumsy cooks. They accuse us of savagery, call us monsters, and don’t hold back their judgment. Oh, dear vegans… why are you like this? Isn’t it enough that so-called devout Muslims already ruin the joy of eating stew? Why do you feel the need to put the cherry on top of their misguided efforts?
Do you truly think your moralizing proves you’re compassionate? I could write so much more on this topic, but I just don’t have the energy. Oh, God! Could it be that all my energy has been diverted to digesting the stew I ate? Could the vegans possibly be right?
Is Eating Meat Really Harmful?
Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. Besides, I didn’t even have any stew. Even though I told them a thousand times, they went ahead and cooked liver. Not everyone has to love everything! Why can’t I make people understand this simple fact? So, I went and got the cut of the animal I wanted to eat myself. But cooking that took forever, too. And so, once again, people drained my energy. Once again, people successfully killed my enthusiasm.
It was people who drove me to write—and it’s people who killed my passion for writing.
Do Androids Dream of Eid Sheep?
Let’s briefly touch on those carnivores who oppose the idea of sacrificial slaughter. To these people, I have one question: why? Are you suddenly overly compassionate? What’s the profound difference between this public sacrifice and a commercial slaughterhouse? Are animals euthanized humanely in a factory? Do they live idyllic, long lives and pass away peacefully from old age? Or are you simply bothered by the fact that the act is performed in the name of God? If that’s the case, don’t let it trouble you. The God who commands this explicitly states, “Neither their meat nor their blood reaches Me.” Instead, He instructs us to distribute the meat to the poor and needy.
Is it distributed fairly? That’s debatable. And, of course, the reason for the failure lies not in God’s commands but in people, as is the case with all things.
If the issue is the unsanitary conditions of slaughter, go ahead and warn the people involved. Report it to municipalities so they can establish proper facilities. But for someone who regularly eats meat to come along and call sacrificial slaughter barbaric or to vilify the act—it’s pure nonsense. Maybe they just don’t want to witness the actual process because of their supposed “compassion.” Perhaps it makes them uncomfortable. Well, they shouldn’t worry too much. After all, humans are just another type of animal. And these sacrificial scenes are no different from what carnivores do in wildlife documentaries. Just as we watch nature documentaries with scarves around our necks and eyes filled with wonder, we should be able to watch this process in the same detached way.
I would’ve liked to critique the so-called Muslims here as well, but unfortunately, there’s no point. Then again, there’s no point in criticizing anyone anymore. No one can handle criticism. Everyone is always right. Everyone knows best. Everyone is justified. And everyone else is always wrong.
Initially, I wanted this piece to focus entirely on veganism. But the topic seemed too lengthy, and this sudden feeling of futility completely overwhelmed me. Maybe another time.
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