“Mummy, where’s Iftar?”
I’ve been trying to teach DD about Ramadan since she was about two. Although babies and small children are allowed to eat during daylight hours in Ramadan, I’ve never felt comfortable giving her snacks in front of those who may be fasting, so, without starving her, I use a “no snacks out” policy as a way to teach her about the Holy month – why Muslims fast and what the point of it is.
For a few years now, she’s understood that she can’t eat out, have snacks, or stop off for lunch in the mall, when it’s Ramadan, and I think she may have some flicker of sympathy with starving people the world over when she feels those pangs of hunger in the car.
But today her education went one step further when she surprised me with the question, “Mummy, where’s Iftar?”
I explained it was the meal with which Muslims break their fast during Ramadan – traditionally dates and water – and that it could be anywhere, really: At home, at a friend’s house or in a restaurant.
She looked stunned.
“Oh!” she said. “It’s just that my friend M said he was going to Iftar with his family tonight, and I thought it was another country.”