12 Ramadhan 1434
Yesterday's fast was broken at Melaka, sort of. Actually, technically speaking, we broke the fast in the car with a little water from the bottle we usually carry, a few small bread rolls and a sprinkling of Pringles. As the azan sounded we were unexpectedly stuck in a jam on the highway, caused by an accident, just before the exit we needed for Alor Gajah. Fortunately there was still plenty of grub when we finally made it to Mak's house - and lots of noisy company.
And today we broke the fast at Fuad and Rozita's, again with quite a bit of joyful noise.
What begins as a challenge to the self soon transmutes into a communal experience in which the self, and its tedious needs, can be almost forgotten.
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