It’s a long day when you’re not eating or drinking and praying a little extra. We start our fast here about about 3.20am and we break it at about 9.20pm. I’ll leave you with all your fingers and toes to count how many hours that is.
The boys are trying their hardest to fast in the afternoon. I’m very impressed with them both.
Then about forty minutes before iftar we gather together to do dhikr. Without fail the midget will announce ‘this is my favourite time of the day’. Just like last year.
Gone are the years of silliness and house-wrecking that sent me into a tail-spin at this time; now we have two boys who will sit with their prayer beads and pray, waiting for sunset prayer and iftar, quietly, with concerted effort.
And just like that, hardship turns to ease.