I still get confused when people send me "Happy Ramazan" notes. Isn't this the month of fasting when muslims starve themselves? To my surprise, everyone in the Mulsimworld looks forward to the start of Ramazan (better knows as Ramadan in the West). How could this be? Shouldn’t they dread a whole month of not eating, drinking or doing anything pleasurable from dawn to dusk? The answer is a resounding, "No." Muslims around the world see Ramazan as a month of blessing, filled with introspection, charity, fasting and kinship with their fellow brothers and sisters. It’s also one of the five pillars of Islam so any healthy and able Muslim over the age of 12 fasts.
Ramazan falls in the 9th month of the Islamic lunar calendar. Since the lunar calendar is 12 days shorter than the solar calendar, Muslim holidays move each year. Yesterday was the official end of Ramazan.
Muslims fast from sunrise to sundown to remind them of the suffering of the poor and the duties of a Muslim to help others less fortunate than them. The fasting also helps Muslims practice physical and mental control. Families get up early for suhoor, a meal eaten before sunrise. Most Afghans choose filling food such as eggs, cheese, bread, halwa and of course lots of tea to sustain them through the day. After the sun sets, iftar or breaking of the fast is done with dates and a cup of tea for a quick burst of energy.
I find it hard to fast in my fast-paced American life and to recreate the magical Eid experience of my childhood for my children. However, in our family Jeja (my mom) is a diligent observer of Ramazan. She is 77 but she looks forward to the month of fasting and observes it with pride, enthusiasm and diligence. Ramazan ends with a three day holiday and celebration of Eid. Eid Mubarak!!
During Eid, Muslims around the world don new clothes, have parties, visit friends and family. They settle disputes and put differences behind. In Afghanistan children wear new clothes and receive gifts of cash called Eidi. As a I child I looked forward to Eid as it was one of the few times in the year when we purchased new clothes and were allowed to eat as much candy as we desired. We always went to my maternal grandfather's house for Eid where all my cousins, aunts and uncles gathered. We played and ate all day. Today after taking my kids to soccer camp we will go to Jeja's house to celebrate Eid together over a festive meal.
Fitting my global lifestyle, I am proud to say that this post is about a Muslim holiday with a recipe for a dessert that many Msulims serve at their Eid celebration by my co-blogger and dear friend Katie Morford who is Catholic.
Afghan Baklava with Rosewater and Cardamom