Eidl Adha 2025 Poem by Shehu Abubakar Niasse

There's a cutting sound of knives and machetes from the yard, hitting bones, as plates clatter in the kitchen & pots burn black. Glasses clink as men say 'Cheers to more.' I say, 'Cheers to more.'

In the center of Mecca, women in simple coverings and men in plain robes pray and circumambulate. Eid is here again, with nostalgic whiffs of burning meat and the fragrance of loved ones nearby.

Despite the unstable economy, with rising prices and unemployment, today we'll forget our worries. We'll savor fried meat and devour flavorful rice. We'll drink and laugh, enjoying the tasteful belches. We'll shed our worn clothes and don new, elegant ones.

We'll reconnect with friends and family we haven't seen in a while, while letting go of past grudges.