I'm really glad that I make this decision. I was actually planning to still go to school and miss idul adha. But then, mr. Lynch cancel the calculus test so then I decided to take day off from school due to the religious holiday. I suppose to be have 3 test actually and when I come back it's the short day and end of grading period, so that's why I'm a bit stressfull. So yeah, I went with Sarah, my moslem friend at school, she is indian whose her parents came from Guyana. Well she's proud being Indian though not guyanese. Anyway, after shalat in the recreation center, the mosque just rent the place to held the id prayer, we went to the slaughter house because Sarah's mom do sacrifice sheep. It's really fun and new experience how the moslem can live in America. We went back from slaughter house after Sarah's mom visited some of her relatives to give meat to them. Then I had dinner in her house, they made curry and rice from the sheep meat. When I go home, they even gave me meat from their sacrifation. Alhamdulillahirabbil alamin, I still can celebrate idul adha with the moslem people in Florida :D
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