My little burger paté experience

as the series of my lessons continue for practical life ahead, today was my day out grocery-shopping and murghi-buying. as i made way through the plethora of flies and entered khalid sahab's chicken "shaap", i knew this was going to be one good experience for life. i could hear the puk-puk of chickens from above me, from my left and right sides too. so many white murghis had jam packed behind the black bars against a wall with a sign that told us they are 115 rupees per kg. for today only.

my father asked the butcher - a man with an orange shirt, red hands amd no gloves - to prepare 1.5 kg chick for us. as he held, put back and repeated the exercise to find the "perfect" one from them white ones for us, i started my own guesswork on who it shall be that will be my burger paté. the one who got chosen was then taken out of the cage, khalid sahab weighed her, and that's the last i saw of the murghi.alive. i shut my eyes and heard bismiLLAHI Allahu Akbar! i turned my head the other way..eyes still tightly shut.

Allahu Akbar! how important is this statement for some. for many of us it's something inserted in place of commas and full stops in our daily conversations. for some, its the last thing they get to hear before reaching that Allah Who is Akbar.