سلام عليكم! أسكن في المغرب منذ شهرين والسكن هنا هو أحسن تجربة في حياتي استمتعت كل يوم وآلان عندي أجمل قصة Well, while i was studying in Morocco, i got assigned a 20 to 40 page paper on any topic. I thought a lot about it and I ended up wanting re-enact the celebration of Aid al Kbeer in two different parts of Morocco: in a village and in a city.  Eid al Kbeer is an Islamic festivity, and it is the commemoration of the near sacrifice of Ibrahim's son to Allah: Ishmael. Once, Ibrahim proved to be obedient to Allah, his son's place was replaced by a sheep. For this reason, Muslims around the world gather around with their relatives and each family ( if it is economically possible... ) slaughters a sheep.  village sheep and goats going out for lunch  I see you So I decided to reproduce the Eid by buying a sheep for each family I was going to be photographing. I also wanted to see how much does a family's economic level affects them when it comes to this religious celebration. do the dishes and ingredients change? how many people are involved? how to choose a proper sheep? etc..  The village family in their kitchen.  The results were very surprising, because they were very similar in some aspects but they were extremely different in others. For example, preparation wise, in the city everything was a feast. So many spices, and vegetables and many different flavors as well; On the other hand, the village was rougher. Personally I had a hard time eating the food there. All the organs were cooked for only 15 minutes and later served only by adding salt and turmeric!  Mohamed removing the lamb's head while his son alo Mohamed is blowing through a hole he pierced in the lamb's leg. This is why the sheep look stuffed. This practice ceased to exist in most cities because it is said that if the person blowing is sick, the sickness can transfer to the meat and organs.  Here Mohamed helping himself with his foot to pull down the skin of the lamb that will later be turned into a carpet.   In the village, it was such a traditional setting. It felt like I was back in time where there were no stoves and no running water. Because these people really did not have any of those. The Aid of the village consisted of 18 members at its highest point, but in the city it only reached 6 people.   Mohamed and two of his sons: Rasheed (in the back) and Osama underneath his coat. It is a nice metaphor of life.   In the city, we had to go to the cattle souqs of Rabat and its neighbor city Sale. I took a veterinarian with us, so he could make sure we were not getting a sheep sick or a low quality one. We checked everything: the teeth,the eyes, you have to make sure they are not exorbitant or inflamed. The poop, or traces of it, can't be loose because that shows gastric problems. We checked how bony the animal was by feeling it through the wool as well. We thought we had check everything in the animal, and bought it. We later discovered it had an old wound that had already scarred at the back of one of his legs. We were only able to tell when the animal was skinless. In the village i bought the sheep from The grandfather of the family I was living with. I payed same price, and as prices go and logic: everything is cheaper outside of the cities.   |
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