Jieyang Bar Mitzvah Essay

My hometown is in Chaozhou, Guangdong Province. My hometown still keeps the custom of Bar Mitzvah.

Speaking of bar mitzvah, I remembered a TV special I once watched, which introduced the bar mitzvah of a people in Africa, which was a robbery for adult boys. The reason is that when they organize a bar mitzvah for a boy, they have to circumcise him in the indigenous way, which is unhygienic, and some of them will be killed because of infected wounds. One day during summer vacation, my parents said they were going to drive me back to my hometown for my cousin's bar mitzvah, and I was very interested because I wanted to see what goes on at bar mitzvahs back home, and if it's as horrible as the bar mitzvahs for African boys.

With curiosity, my parents and I set off. On the way to my hometown, I asked my mom, "Mom, is the bar mitzvah held in my hometown on the birthday of the person who is going to become an adult?" My mom answered me, "No, it's not. In the old country, the day of the bar mitzvah is very specific. First, we have to ask a feng shui master to see which day is more suitable, and then we go to the temple to worship Buddha, praying for God's blessing on the person who is going to become a man. It will be held after all this is done." After listening to my mother's introduction, I felt that the Bar Mitzvah in my hometown was somewhat superstitious.

After a few hours of bumpy ride, we finally entered our hometown's land. Not long after, we arrived at a restaurant. I asked my mom, "Mom, why are we stopping here?" Mom said, "To attend my cousin's Bar Mitzvah!" I walked into the restaurant with my doubts and followed my parents to a private room. As soon as mom pushed the door open she said, "Sorry we're late." I reached out and saw that all my relatives were here, and so was my cousin. It turns out that this bar mitzvah is where all the relatives and friends get together for dinner and **** together to congratulate my cousin on his coming of age.

We had just sat down when the meal began. The adults were eating and joking with each other, talking about congratulations and interesting stories about their cousin's coming of age. But my siblings all eat in silence, no adults lively. I, on the other hand, peeked at my cousin as I ate my food. He didn't even move his chopsticks, with a helpless look on his face, as if he wanted to eat, but as if he couldn't. I was puzzled and thought to myself, "Is he afraid? Afraid of what?

Just when my mind was filled with doubts, the door of the room was opened. A waiter brought a marinated chicken on a plate and placed it in front of my cousin. When I saw the marinated chicken, I felt a light in my eyes and said to my mom, "Mom, I want to eat marinated chicken." Mom said, "No, that's just for your cousin." I was surprised, so I asked again, "A whole chicken for him to eat all by himself?" Mom nodded and added, "At a Bar Mitzvah, the person who is going to be an adult must eat a whole chicken as a sign that he is capable of being an adult. And when you eat the chicken, you have to eat the head first." I thought to myself, "I see, no wonder my cousin didn't eat anything just now, so he wanted to keep his stomach for the chicken. I can't enjoy this mouthful today. In this way, I watched with bated breath as my cousin ate the whole chicken. But I still applauded excitedly with my siblings, and the adults hurriedly took out red envelopes and handed them to him. Cousin wiped his mouth full of oil, a sweet smile on his face.