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Comparison Of Fasting At Ramadan

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Bustling streets filled with the shouts of ‘Eid Mubarak’, the bright, colourful lights hanging from the window frames of every house, and the sweet taste of honey from the kahk cookies; I had always loved Eid al-Fitr. Yet this year, the arrival of the annual celebration came stubbornly slow. Night after night I would gaze out the window, convinced that the moon was selfishly refusing to change its face. Although a way of expressing gratitude towards God, I found my first attempt of fasting at Ramadan unbearable. Just last night, convinced that Shawwal had finally arrived, I had rushed to find Baba in the hope that soon we would be able to break the fast. *** “Baba! Look! It’s finally the new moon”, I shouted, rushing through the house to find my father. Pulling him out from his chair I directed him to the window and pointed to the dark sky. He studied the moon with great interest, turning his head about and squinting his eyes, as though Muhammad himself had just split it. Finally, he looked down at me and chuckled. “Not yet Raamiz”, he said patting my shoulder, “It is still Ramadan.” “Still?” I groaned, turning to leave. “Now hang on Raamiz,” Baba replied frowning, “You can’t rush these things. When the time is right Shawwal will come, and we’ll celebrate Eid al-Fitr like we do every year… However, maybe your mother was right; maybe you are too immature for this…” I quickly spun back around. “What?” “Well, boys only need to begin fasting at Ramadan when they are old enough,

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