Helping to Celebrate Eid al-Adaha

“it’s like a Muslim Thanksgiving and Christmas all wrapped up into one…”,

Writes our friend Mary Grace writes in her Eid al-Adha blog “How many sheep did you have? A food approach to holy days.”  She writes of the “gathering of families, traditions of ritual food, and closing of most businesses for the specific days at minimum and possibly for the full week.” [1]  That was our experience back in 2011 when we were introduced to the holiday by an exchange student we hosted from Pakistan for a year. 

Eid al-Adaha, or simply Eid, celebrates the obedience of Abraham when God commanded him to sacrifice his greatest possession, his son.  Muslims believe it was Ishmael; Christians, Isaac, but either way, it is a holiday to remember Abraham’s obedience, and how God provided a substitute, a ram[2].

Rituals adapt to their context, and being so far and few from home, our Ashesi Muslim students come together from their different traditions to create a truly multicultural event.  That is what we saw with our Pakistani exchange students years ago when they served up a chicken Biryani, and we all danced to Pakistani folk music. Last year for Eid, I “helped” the Gambian boys sacrifice a goat in the garden outside our back door. This year we helped in a different way, it was fried chicken and fried Irish potatoes.   

Eid-2015 Pictures (photo credit: Francis Wachira)

According to tradition, the “meat from the sacrificed animal is divided into three parts. The family retains one third of the share; another third is given to relatives, friends and neighbors; and the remaining third is given to the poor and needy.”[3] I am not sure where our students draw the line between family and friends, or even the needy but what I do know is they make a tradition of inviting Christian students to join them. 

Inviting Christians seems to be part of an unwritten tradition of Eid, or at least a part of the tradition I have experienced.  In the early days of the faith, when Arab pagans were persecuting the Prophet Muhammad’s followers, Ethiopia's King Armah (a Christian) gave them audience to the family of the Prophet in his palace[4] , and welcomed them saying  "go, for you are safe in my country."[5] Muslims I know have never forgotten that kindness, and are eager to repay that debt to me.

The night before Eid, I FB messaged one of our Gambian students asking if they would be using my garden for the sacrifice, and learned had nothing planned and they had no funds, so I said come over after prayers and we would figure something out.  For Americans, it would be like not having a turkey at Thanksgiving and no family to spend it with.

[Atomic Down Goat Market (photo credit: Steve Buchele)]

So late in the afternoon, we drove to the goat market, but the selection was pretty much picked over.  All the goats were literally walking skin and bones which would not have been much of a celebration.  Kind of like a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree, but with goats; and the goats were sad.  So I asked about chickens, since the idea is to sacrifice something and next to the goat market was the live chicken cage.   Chickens would be acceptable, but since we’re getting chicken, my student asked, could we get the frozen ones, since it was late in the afternoon (he was thinking the frozen birds from Brazil).

So off we go to the proper supermarket (of which there are 13 in the whole of Accra, a city of 3 million). They had fresh chickens  at the meat counter that were plump and local, and since it would take hours to defrost the frozen birds, he asked if he could get the fresh instead?  It was starting to feel like if you give a mouse a cookie story[6], and I half expected him to then ask, “if we’re getting fresh chicken, could we not stop at KFC for the already cooked ones?”  But he didn’t. 

We were back on campus by 5, and by 9pm I was getting texts of fried chicken and fried potatoes, thanking us for the celebration.

This was great Rev. Steve, we all had nice time together and with few other folks...you made it Rev. Steve! We truly do appreciate you...Thank you very much! Allah bless you

I learned this from my sister Beth, that even when you can’t solve someone’s problems, you can lend them $100, and sometimes, that will make all the difference. I was thankful Suzanne and I were in a position to do something because everybody needs a home at Thanksgiving, even if they call it Eid.

Thanks for reading.

PS: For a different perspective on Eid, I really encourage you to read Mary Grace Neville’s beautifully written “How many sheep did you have? A food approach to holy days.” on her blog about teaching in Morocco. 

[1] 2016 https://learninginmorocco.wordpress.com/2016/09/11/how-many-sheep-did-you-have-a-food-approach-to-holy-days/

[2] Genesis 22/Quran Surah 37:103 [link]

[3] 2016, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eid_al-Adha

[4] 2008, http://nazret.com/blog/index.php/2008/06/24/ethiopia_the_king_who_granted_asylum_to_

[5] 2016, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Migration_to_Abyssinia

[6] One of my kids favorite books, here is a video if you have never read it.

New Tools: Accepting Help and Borrowing Money

Living in Ghana I tend to read a lot of blogs, some of our colleagues in the field, others from people who just moved here.  It's almost a trend, move to Ghana, start a blog.  

Somehow I had ended up (mostly likely some enticing clickbait) on www.desiringGod.org, and was reading “What’s Wrong with Western Missionaries” [click here].  It's a great read, but the cliff notes version is that they are too self-sufficient. Self-sufficiency is a quality admired and encouraged by Americans, and especially by men but when author Nik Ripkin wrote about the missionary who was known as “The man we love,” the reason leading to that love was “because he borrows money from us.”  He borrows money from the people he came to serve.  

I’ve done a lot of things here in our time in Ghana, and I’m constantly looking for more experiences to add to our bucket list, but borrowing money was never on, nor a candidate for that list.  It never would have occurred to me, and so after reading it, I prayed a silent prayer for an opportunity that I might be open to.  

Next day I am invited to have lunch with a student and as we get near the front of the line to order, he says, “this lunch is on me.”  Now I know he is a full scholarship student, and my unconscious  reaction was, “Oh, no, you can’t buy me lunch, it should be I who is buying you lunch,” but then the words from yesterday’s silent prayer come back to me, and I said, “Okay, that would be great.”  

Talking over lunch is something our students have to learn when they come to Ashesi.  Talking while eating is not part of the normal culture of Ghana, and you can almost learn what year group a student is in by what she/he does at lunch. The first years are silent, the final years, won't hardly shut up.

Outside Ashesi, rarely have I observed Ghanaian families eating together, and when they do, they eat in silence.  Sometimes they have invited me to dine with them, and that means sitting in another room, eating by myself while the rest of the family is off working, cleaning the kitchen or watching TV. It is a strange and lonely experience.  

Now it wasn’t as easy as just buying lunch, as the accounting system in the canteen isn’t set up for such generosity, but they figured it out, and we had an interesting conversation over a lunch of RedRed, plain rice and fried chicken.  [Here is my RedRed’s recipe]

You know, I have trouble accepting help, not only in Ghana, but back in Texas too.  The past month when I was there helping to care for my mother-in-law, so many friends and people I didn’t even know offered to help, and I just couldn’t accept.  I’m won’t be a candidate for “the man they love” anytime soon if I don’t learn to be as accepting as I try to be giving.  

So be patient with me, and keep asking and when I offer, be a good example and accept.

Peace,

Steven

PS: Even if you are not a missionary, I recommend reading the blog on "Whats Wrong with Western Missionaries" [click here].