I wouldn’t mind having that lounge in my living room, but on a plane, I’m so doped with Dramamine that I wouldn’t notice an entire flock of Imams sacrificing goats in the aisle, much less a crying baby.
It’s better that you don’t notice the Imam’s, either, because there is an on-board entertainment fee, like the fee for the headphones to watch the remake of Earnest Goes To Camp. And fresh halal goat meat isn’t a bargain, even if it is duty free.