Saturday, January 9, 2010

The Aqiqah - Finding a kambing (goat)

By far, this is one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had in my life. Of course, I also had said that about alot of things so far on this trip, but this truly was. So, let's start off with this: What is an Aqiqah? Well, in one short sentence, it is a celebration of the birth of a child by blessing the child and their family, and the family to say thanks to God for giving them a child, gives a gift of a goat to the poor as Zakat (Islam) Tzedakah (Jews) Charity (Christians).

Well, this was supposed to happen a week ago, but unfortunately, we couldn't find a goat that was priced good. They wanted over 1000 ringgit (about $300) for one, and we refused... We just needed a small one. So, being a little too late, we postponed the Aqiqah for one week. Luckily, with the help of some friends, we found one.

The festivities started out yesterday as we went searching to purchase the goat. We went about an hour away, on a small road that winded it's way into the mountains. As we got further along, it popped out into a large freeway sort of road, that apparently was to be a major development for the government. That never happened. As we drove down, we found a road to go down. We began driving down, and once we saw two people on a motorbike, with one of the men carrying a machete, we began wondering if we went the right way. Well, after some talk to a local, and a cell phone call - We were told to follow the white van here in the picture. We followed the white van off the road to a dirt road that made me jealous I didn't have my Jeep, and we ended up at a goat farm.
Once we got there, we saw goats everywhere - We were in the middle of the Borneo jungle, and goats galore...



One goat was so happy to see me, he even smiled at me... Certainly an asian goat by looking at his eyes. His nickname was Jane Goat #544

We had found ours - a nice skinny black one. We thought of a handful of names... OJ Simpson, but sacrificing something that might kill you back wasn't a good idea. We also thought of Tiger Woods, but having to sacrifice something that might shtoop you... Well, that didn't work. So, we happily named him Obama. Not to be confused with President Obama - this is Mr. Obama



They asked "paper or plastic", and we opted for plastic... They happily bagged Obama for us.

Obama's ride home was hard for him - He only had a handful of food, and was stuffed in a bag all the way...


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