heart is suspended here, with the blade of the butcher's knife as it rises into the air, spinning and swaying with laughter around me, falling onto the whetstone, making its frictions a whine in my marrow.

- Say a prayer for the Prophet.

You wouldn't believe what I witnessed, for we were in the days of Eid.

"The calf has fallen"

When I was a child, they brought him – my father – bound from the back, his hands and feet immobile. His lips didn't move when my eyes met his, despite my young age, I heard the screams of the depths, erupting volcanoes.. How could his sighs be released before me!! And his words in my ear "Endure and be a man, my son".. That's what the holy book said. One of them tore its pages, threw them while spitting on my father's head, I saw beads of bright red sweat on his forehead, huge veins filled with boiling, bubbling blood.

"The calf has fallen"

The blade gleamed before my eyes, my heart suspended by the neck.. Ah, that neck, my trunk and my hands were embedded in it, I laughed from my depths and swayed as if I were riding a camel, it was - the same neck- spinning around me, laughing at me, for we were in the days of Eid.

"You demon, you hurt my neck"

All eyes were focused, staring at the neck as the calf fell and waiting for its moments of salvation numbed the bodies, everyone was waiting for the moment when the knife "tenderly" goes into the neck- the neck of the calf- until the fountain of blood bursts forth.

- Say a prayer for the Prophet, you brute, you and him.

He turned his back to the calf confidently knowing it was tied up, he lifted both of his hands, half lifting, as if showing off his muscles, the knives in his hands, he spun around himself in rounds, as he spun, the knives were spinning around the calf's neck without touching it, just spinning with his spin, teasing the neck moments before the final ecstasy, he didn't stop until the hands rose clapping, he leaned on his feet right under the neck, he shook his chest, as if teasing the calf, the clapping became rhythmical, the movements of his feet were leaps around the calf from the neck to the backside, with the beat of the claps, he circled the calf.

- Send an extra prayer for the Prophet, you brute.

My feet were nailed to the ground, dead, my body was no longer mine, between unconsciousness and consciousness I saw the knife slit the skin of the neck in a full circle, yes, they gripped the skin and lifted it, the veins and muscles of the neck appeared, as if in a nightmare.. The neck was torn, stuck, detached, the knife began to cut the threads of the neck one by one, the neck was convulsing and no sound, it was smiling at me, for we were in the days of Eid.

The applause increased and the prayers on the Prophet soared, his face turned red, he stopped dancing, his eyes were staring at one point, a place he knew, he aimed the blade.

"The calf has fallen"

A frenzy took everyone and joy, I couldn't move as the bodies behind me were intertwined, their vibrations and laughter increased my inability to break through, the body's movements were violent, they almost knocked the man to the ground, the ecstasy of the soul, the neck folded onto the chest, a fountain of blood crossed the distance, it covered my head, not a single drop fell on the ground, all of it was on my head, the last convulsions of the body were a high electric current, suddenly stuck to my body, the body's tremors were sacred dances of a special kind, magical words that only I understood and didn't comprehend except that time, those words came out for me alone, I suddenly learned that language in the days of Eid, he tore the skin from the neck to the private parts, he kept working with the blade between the skin and the flesh "gently" extracting the skin on its own, the skin was an exact replica of the body, he extracted the intestines piece by piece, quietly he held the heart, he signaled to me, the movements of my head rose and fell unconsciously, I was hit with nausea and dizziness, I almost passed out, he completely emptied the intestines, the applause soared... everyone was cheering and clapping, he took the head, spun it in the air spins, hung it in front of everyone and the smile was still drawn on its lips."