(Shhh. I went for a birthday party. We aren’t supposed to celebrate birthdays, isn’t it? I think there are more than a couple of fatwas out there which say so. There was cake too, which was cut to the accompaniment of the birthday song and clapping hands. Pagan traditions, I tell you! But the cake was delicious, filled with rich chocolate and hazelnuts and the perfect bit of the zest of orange. It definitely made for an excellent piece de resistance at Iftar. Oops, birthday cake for Iftar? That would be double damnation, innit?
Damn! What do I do now?
I think I’ll spend the rest of the month in expiation.
But it was just one evening! Don’t people look at Ramadan as a period for expiating sins committed over the other eleven months of the year anyway to start the cycle all over again? A happy birthday for another year of doing whatever fancies our whims, which coincides with the end of Ramadan?
I might have some hope. Somebody help me with a fatwa here please.
But still, shhh.)
(Btw, in case that cake is making you drool, you can get in touch with my fantastic friend over here.)