For Ramadan dad would get us new clothes sewn; coat, shirt and pants for me, for the girls, sharai and Punjabi chudidhar, and mom would be cheerfully comfortable with the dark brown benarsi sari, dad had bought her on the day of her nuptials. Poor dad never had anything new on these occasions, and he would blissfully put on white poplin kurtha and white pajama.
Mom would look after repairing the old ones. My sisters would get the old dirt covered utensils such as the copper degh, kabgeer, copper thala, brass handa, large and medium tabakh, copper tash, brass woghaldan, ceramic ricabees and tashtarees from the dusty garret, cleaned and get ready; exclusively intended for preparing the suhoor and ifthar. The house would be whitewashed, the wooden doors and windows painted with red soil dissolved in water, Rural paint? Everything for Ramadan.
The naughty young like chiragh chattoo Abul
Khair, aadhi kitab Ahmadullah, handi bag Faqir Ahmed and the devout oldies like
wrestler Abdulla bhai, beef biriyani bawa moiden and fox faced Mande hasinsah, would
form in Ramadan specific groups of friends. Specific friendship formed only for the month
of Ramadan to do salah in the masjid of their choice, to be present at night
tha
raviah salah, and to go hunting in of tasty ifthar and sumptuous suhoor
together. We all in our own way would dwell in to receive the blessed month of Ramadan.
We all fasted the entire month and would be remorseful in case we were to miss
one or two fastings
Mom would very joyously get ready the ifthari. Rice vermicelli, which would be my favorite, specially added with raisins cashew nuts scrapped coconut and dry dates along with sugared milk; Rotis with fried and scrambled eggs was what my dad would mostly like. Razia and Hameed would be impatiently waiting for the kichadi and bhurtha with koftahs at the time for breaking the fast, exhausted hungry and thirsty, still they would not give you an idea about it on the exterior. We all would have finished the ceremonial cleaning “wudhu” and would be waiting for the signal from our dad that the time for fast breaking had arrived. That was a long felt relief to the hungry and thirsty inside. It is human indeed.
Nasih ko bulao mera eeman
sambhale
Phir dekh liya us ne shararath ki
nazar se
Hafeez.
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