Home is Happiness

Home is happiness. That’s what I think about it. Speaking of happiness do you want to hear a story about one of my best holidays. Trust me it is really good. It is named ELEID ELKIBEAR. Here is how it goes like, First I wake up at 5am I sometimes continue sleeping or I could stay up and not sleep. Then I go to a mosque to pray, or I could pray at home. Then I probably go visit my family and that is the best part for me. Because I get money from older people like my grandmother or grandfather. There is also rockets that can scare you if they are lit. There are also some guns that are fun to play with because they make a big sound like a real gun. If my parents have enough money they have to kill an animal such as cows, sheep and chickens but it has to be killed in only one specific way. My parents have to give an exact amount of meat to poor people and not to any random person. And that is what home means to me. Because that is home and that holiday is one of the best holidays ever to me.