Luke

The Slaughter House           Just yesterday, we visited a farm cum slaughter house. It was run by a middle eastern family. Most of the customers, who visited the store were muslims. The women wore their hijab, took care of their children and stayed outside, while their husbands were the ones who went into the shop. I say it because for a second it felt like I was in the Middle East and not in America. Anyway, that's not the point. I just felt out of place and decided to dress appropriately next time like the other muslim women. They had a wide range of hens, goats and sheep in the farm. The butcher directed the way and showed my husband the goats and my husband picked a baby goat to be slaughtered for us.         The butcher grabbed the baby goat by its leg  and brought it into the slaughter room. It bleated and bleated, knowing that something bad was going to happen, It was being dragged and separated from its family. It was pitiful to hear its bleating. I didn't want to see