A bull cried so much before being slaughtered that the earth beneath him became wet with his tears. 💔💔
He struggled, he trembled, he looked around with fear in his eyes as if begging for mercy, as if asking one silent question
What wrong have I done to deserve this?
His tears were real,His fear was real,His pain was real.
When a helpless living being stands before us shaking with fear, crying for life, trusting us to spare him… can ending that life truly be called an act of faith?
Can any religion ask for compassion on one side and ignore tears on the other?
Before the knife falls, before blood touches the ground listen to the cry of that bull.
If his tears can wet the earth, shouldn’t they also touch our hearts?
Will such slaughter in the name of religion ever be justified?