By Novid Shaid, 1997
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Rumbling bellies, parched mouths,
Searing scents wafting from our breaths,
Empty lunch trays, dizzy spells.
These familiar images appeared in our heads
as our Maulvi announced the good news
the sighting of the moon
and the beginning of a blessed month.
We braced ourselves
and prepared our minds, envisaging
Thirty days of fasting,
our stomachs hollow from dawn to dusk.
We knew the feeling,
our Mothers’ gentle nudges before dawn,
our early cups of tea and large breakfasts,
And that solemn utterance of signing our fast,
“And I intend to fast tomorrow”.
We could see ahead,
The anticipation for the setting sun,
The heavenly feeling
of mango juice coating our abandoned throats,
The community united in the mosque for Taraweeh prayer,
The rowdy lot sniggering in the back rows,
The marathon rakats on Layla Tul Qadr,
Oh and of course our prize at the finish line