It is the first of Ramazan and I am working late into the night. Outside, drums are playing and a man is chanting or singing to wake people for sehri. Distance is more alliterative than accurate, as he is standing under our window. It seems rather early to me, as it is not yet 2 in the morning but perhaps it is a suggestion to start cooking, not eating.
I think this will grow old quite quickly – another 29 nights to go – but for now, and while I’m already awake, it’s quite interesting.
Tomorrow I will try to remember to buy some Ramazan pide, the rather austere preferred way of breaking the fast in these parts. It’s basically a naan and it sounds like they don’t go in for ridiculous feasts as we do in Pakistan, at least till actual dinner time.