On Eid al-Adha, our streets turn into slaughterhouses.
Rivers of blood flow across the asphalt, the stench of death fills the air, and the lifeless bodies of sheep and cows are left in public alleys and roads. Animals that, until their final moments, look at us with eyes full of terror, pain, and desperation — all sacrificed for the traditions and customs of Muslims.
What kind of celebration is this, where joy is built upon the suffering and death of innocent beings?
What kind of culture normalizes such violence and bloodshed in the heart of cities, right in front of children’s eyes?
Animals are living, sentient beings. They feel fear. They feel pain.
They are not “gifts” or “sacrifices.” They are victims of ignorance, blind traditions, and outdated customs.
Instead of spilling blood in the streets, we should think about the lives being taken for no real reason.
A true celebration is one where our hands are not stained with blood and our conscience remains alive.
Rivers of blood flow across the asphalt, the stench of death fills the air, and the lifeless bodies of sheep and cows are left in public alleys and roads. Animals that, until their final moments, look at us with eyes full of terror, pain, and desperation — all sacrificed for the traditions and customs of Muslims.
What kind of celebration is this, where joy is built upon the suffering and death of innocent beings?
What kind of culture normalizes such violence and bloodshed in the heart of cities, right in front of children’s eyes?
Animals are living, sentient beings. They feel fear. They feel pain.
They are not “gifts” or “sacrifices.” They are victims of ignorance, blind traditions, and outdated customs.
Instead of spilling blood in the streets, we should think about the lives being taken for no real reason.
A true celebration is one where our hands are not stained with blood and our conscience remains alive.
On Eid al-Adha, our streets turn into slaughterhouses.
Rivers of blood flow across the asphalt, the stench of death fills the air, and the lifeless bodies of sheep and cows are left in public alleys and roads. Animals that, until their final moments, look at us with eyes full of terror, pain, and desperation — all sacrificed for the traditions and customs of Muslims.
What kind of celebration is this, where joy is built upon the suffering and death of innocent beings?
What kind of culture normalizes such violence and bloodshed in the heart of cities, right in front of children’s eyes?
Animals are living, sentient beings. They feel fear. They feel pain.
They are not “gifts” or “sacrifices.” They are victims of ignorance, blind traditions, and outdated customs.
Instead of spilling blood in the streets, we should think about the lives being taken for no real reason.
A true celebration is one where our hands are not stained with blood and our conscience remains alive.
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