It's Ramadan again, the holy month of the Muslims, which includes fasting from dawn until dusk. (Fasting, or sawn is one of the five pillars of Islam.) For me it's a month of eating behind closed doors or windows, hearing celebrations at night due to the breaking of the fast, water merchants on all the roads on the way home from school each day, sleepy students who have been kept awake at night by noisy neighbors, a sleepy driver who hasn't eaten all day and spent the night eating instead of sleeping, and more.
It's like Christmas, except for the Muslim, and there is no Savior of the world to celebrate. It's weird being a Christian in this environment because I still eat during the day, although I try not to eat in public or in front of my driver. I go to Starbucks and see a sign that says, "happy fasting" ... though I wonder why someone who is fasting would set foot in a Starbucks. There are curtains on all of the restaurants as to not tempt those who are fasting. It's just a strange time or traditions and beliefs that mean nothing to me and that I don't understand.
It reiterates the differences between Christianity and Islam. Read more about that here.