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Angulia Mosque, Singapore, 2004

Angulia Mosque, Singapore, 2004

Happy Hari Raya Idul Adha

October 05, 2014 in Singapore

Happy Eid to all my family, friends, brothers & sisters. Apologies to the goats and cows. Let's hope you did not give your lives in vain & those who were hungry managed to eat because of your sacrifice.

Two poems about the sacrifice at the heart of Eid Adha: 

The Parable of the Young Man and the Old

By Wilfred Owen

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned, both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake, and said, 
My Father,Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?
Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps,
And builded parapets the trenches there,
And stretched forth the knife to slay his son.
When lo! an angel called him out of heaven,
Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad,
Neither do anything to him. Behold,
A ram, caught in a thicket by its horns;
Offer the Ram of Pride instead of him.
But the old man would not so, but slew his son,
And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

 

Bismillah

By Rumi

It’s a habit of yours to walk slowly.
You hold a grudge for years.
With such heaviness, how can you be modest?
With such attachments, do you expect to arrive anywhere?

Be wide as the air to learn a secret.
Right now you’re equal portions clay
and water, thick mud.

Abraham learned how the sun and moon and the stars all set.
He said, No longer will I try to assign partners for God.

You are so weak. Give up to grace.
The ocean takes care of each wave
till it gets to shore.

You need more help than you know.
You’re trying to live your life in open scaffolding.

Say Bismillah, In the name God,
As the priest does with the knife when he offers an animal.

Bismillah your old self
to find your real name.

Tags: Singapore, Islam, Little India, poetry, eid, wilfredowen, rumi
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