Novel & Cerita Do Muslims Eat Pork

She took the phone away from a pouting Mia and looked at Grey. “What about you, Grey? What do you want for dinner?” She asked. She looked a bit flustered about the sudden question. She hesitated for a second. “Anything?” Mia rolled her eyes. “Anything, what exactly?” “Bacon and eggs?” She replied not sure of what to say. In the camp, she would make her food which would only consist of Bacon, eggs, or bread which was not so hard to make. Ayah looked a bit awkward. “Well, first of all, Bacon and eggs are for breakfast. We will be having dinner. Secondly, I am a Muslim so no pork.” She pointed at herself.

In my past life, when the company's capital chain was on the verge of collapse, I reached out to a close friend who helped introduce a wealthy investor from the Emirates. However, at the welcome banquet, Emily insisted on adding a pork dish. I explained to her that the Islamic holy book, the Qur'an, explicitly classified pork as an 'unclean' substance and strictly forbade its consumption. It was a rule rooted in religion's extreme emphasis on purity. Including pork on the menu would be a grave insult to them. Still, after hearing this, Emily was utterly dismissive. "You're just jealous that Kenneth and I are close, and you don't want me stealing your spotlight, right? If you don't want me to

"I can only eat Halal or if that's not available then Kosher, but all the stuff in there is labeled in foreign languages except for the eggs and the tortilla wraps." "Ah" Her lips began to tug in a smile. "So you're Jewish." I shake my head in denial and point to my hijab. "Muslim..." Something akin to concern glints in her eyes before they return to merriment again and she flashes me a lively smile. "Oh, I see. Yes, of course, the headscarf will excuse my ignorance. I wasn't aware that Muslims are allowed to eat Kosher. What was that you said you eat?"

Karila always made the greatest effort she could to make them adapt to their environment, while remembering theirs. It was typical to see on the long and rich breakfast table, his full medames typically Egyptians sharing space with toast, pancakes and honey, jams, and even bacon, something not typical in her house because she grew up Muslim, they didn't eat pork in Egypt, this with lots of eggs. She put the American pinch inside her house, even though it wasn't her habit, to please her visitors. And they knew they couldn't complain about that hostess, she was the best they could get.

he is already in front of me, grinning, "Which one do you feel like having?" I've thought everything carefully including the choice of food. Because I'm a Muslim, which means I can only eat halal food. Steak is a big no-no since I don't know if the restaurant he's bringing me to provides halal meat so I've gotta go with sushi because Muslims can eat fish, or seafood in general. Even if I loathe seaweed or raw fish.

” Let’s eat, “Umar commanded coming to the couples rescue. The group had their meals in silence each enjoying the variety of food served to them. The food ranged from Biryani chicken rice, the Arabian saucy beef stew, sheep’s meat, tortillas, samosas and other delicacies. Eating together was a family ritual for the Muslims especially during the month of Ramadan. A family that shares a meal together also live happily together. This was a belief firmly instilled in the hearts of every Muslims. The more meals we share together, the more we develop feelings of love and warmth for each other

"The last one actually succeeded, you know. She was named a Chosen Mate. It broke the Grand Luna’s heart for months. It was so long ago... I forget her name. But I remember how she looked when she died." Serena’s smile widened, showing teeth. "Have you ever seen wild boars feed?" Liuying was like a bird with a broken wing, shivering violently. "People think pigs are docile vegetarians. But they aren't. They are omnivores. They eat anything. If it falls into their trough, it becomes food. Chicken, duck, fish... meat." Serena stepped closer, her shadow falling over the girl. "They eat pork, too. Sometimes, if a piglet falls into the feeding frenzy, the adults will eat their own young."

"Meera?" "Huh?" I blink at him, realising that I was zoned out into thinking what heaven looks like. "What would you like to eat?" "Angels—Sorry! I mean, anything you like. Just no beef or pork." I say and gulp the lump in my throat. He scratches his stubble. "No beef or pork. It is very interesting that you hold on to your culture." "Not really. I am just a victim of habits. And I don't like the smell." I press my lips in a grim line.