As Ramadhan begins next week, the scent of samosas and the sound of lanterns crackling in the breeze transport me back to my childhood.
The holy month was a time of excitement, community, and spiritual growth. I remember waking up before dawn with my siblings, our eyes heavy with sleep, to eat suhur with our family.
My mother would lovingly prepare a spread of different kinds of food, urging us to eat slowly and savour the flavours. The room would be filled with the warm glow of candles and the soft hum of recitation from…
