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11 May 2020
I knew Ramadan would be different this year, especially suhur (pre-dawn breakfast).
By the time the crescent moon was sighted late in April to signal the start of the Islamic holy month of fasting, it marked almost seven months (to the day) since I moved away from the only home I ever knew: my parents’ house.
In the lead-up to that big move, and setting up my new home away from home, just a few short kilometres from mom and dad, Ramadan featured uppermost in my mind. Who can blame me? Fasting is one of the five pillars of Islam, the most significant month on the Islamic calendar, and a time for charity, worship and devotion to Allah (God).
More than that, it’s also a time when families get together and bask in those pre- and post-iftaar (breaking fast) traditions (and boy do we have many of those) that have been around long before my grandparents and their parents were even born.
“As the Muslim ummah (community) ushered in this sacred and beautiful month, I reminded myself that I was not alone.”
So, during my subconscious Ramadan planning, the strategy was clear: I would prepare suhur at my new home. But for iftaar, I’d make my way home to mom and dad. I was happy.
That was not to be. As President Cyril Ramaphosa announced the lockdown extension on the eve of the Easter weekend, I realised that I needed to let go of my plan. I guess naivety had me thinking that it would all be okay by Ramadan, and that I’d be home with the family upholding traditions we all loved so much, but alas.
I was overcome with emotion. As the Muslim ummah (community) ushered in this sacred and beautiful month, I reminded myself that I was not alone. Many out there shared my sentiments as they would for the first time be apart from their loved ones during Ramadan. In fact, just a few weeks prior, the festival of Easter had never been more different for the Christian community too.
Knowing that despite our religious similarities and differences, we were all bound by a common thread brought me a great degree of solace.
Ramadan day one was as unconventional as they come. Mom wasn’t in the kitchen cooking and baking up a storm. And me? Well, I spent the better part of the afternoon on FaceTime, pen in hand, while mom coached me through a few traditional sweet and savoury treat recipes.
A few traditional sweet and savoury treats. Photos Niémah Davids.
Cooking and baking have been a work in progress. While I’m not nearly as skilful as my kitchen-loving mom, my culinary skills have been taking good shape this Ramadan. As tradition dictates, we prepare sweet and savoury treats for iftaar, followed by what is normally a light supper. And for the first time ever, I’ve been in the kitchen at the stove without my mom glancing over my shoulder; instead I’ve received loads of support and encouragement from my husband.
Together, we uphold many of the traditions we’re both accustomed to and it’s been bittersweet. Later this week we’re even planning a Zoom iftaar to celebrate my dad’s 69th birthday. I’m sure everyone can attest – lockdown really has forced us to become more innovative and to make do with what we have.
With about two weeks left of Ramadan, I’ve been wondering what Eid-ul-Fitr (the celebration marking the end of the fast) will look like. Can we celebrate with family and friends? Wishful thinking that we’ll get to a point where social gatherings will be permitted overnight.
So, it’s likely to be an Eid of a different kind for most of us, but memorable nonetheless, and an experience we’ll surely share with our grandchildren one day.
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