Every Eid-ul-Adha, the family bought a single sacrificial animal. But this year, Abba Jan had used his own pension money to buy a magnificent Kashmiri Qurbani bull—white as moonstone, with horns that curved like calligraphy.
Salman scoffed. “Too expensive. We should sell it, buy two smaller goats, and keep the profit. I have a new car loan.”
The argument was not about the goat.
Silence.
Then Faraz spoke. Not loudly. But with the weight of a man who had watched too many Eids pass without mercy.