I am the animal. I still wait. Not outside the tent of Prophet Ibrahim (AS). It’s outside the apartment gates. Marble houses. Farmhouses with decorative lights. Luxury cars parked nearby.

Children come to take selfies with me. Some are afraid to touch me. Some ask my price before my name. And I wonder what I was meant for that day? That day was not about blood. That day, a father walked toward the impossible. A son walked beside trust. And heavens watched silence become faith. The knife was never the story. Submission was. The trembling of a father’s heart was. The calmness of a son was. The surrender of ego was. The obedience beyond logic was.

I was only sent to remind humans: “Something inside you must die.” Not your child. Not your love. Not your compassion. But actually, your arrogance. Your greed. Your attachment to self. Your illusion that you own what was only entrusted to........

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