I don’t remember when it was i first saw something die, but i can bet you it was a goat, being slaughtered by the “Dehar” of my village for one of our religious festivals. And though i probably made little of it at the time, given that this was in the rural Hindu-Kush, where one is exposed to animal slaughter at a young age, ever since my family left Pakistan, such memories have effected me in a profound manner. Now some of you may be thinking that, given that I am from Pakistan, I am muslim, but i am not, my people are called the […]
