Day 3: An Iftar with my flatmates
My flatmate M. is observing Ramadan, and the rest of us have been joining him for an Iftar. Most of us wait till sunset-usually around 9:22pm- to eat now, and the Iftar is an opportunity for some flat bonding. We’re all from different backgrounds- French, Moroccan, Burmese, Hungarian, and American – and our Iftar reflects that. We have foods from different countries, although M. always provides us with Moroccan dates, figs, and sweets. Sometimes we watch the World Cup while eating, and other times we just talk and eat.