New Friends for Ramadan /./ [Simald]
@ill-show-you-unintelligible
Something that really sucked about being Muslim in a town like Swynlake was the fact that the closest mosque was an hour train ride north. And, Simba could afford to take the trip in order to celebrate at an actual mosque, but that wasn’t really in the spirit of Ramadan, was it? When he could celebrate with all the good Muslim folks of Swynlake (there were more than you might think).
Sarabi had started the practice years and years ago, when she’d first come to Swynlake--gathering all the Muslims in Town Hall’s Ambiguous Space for Religious Practice to recite the Maghrib and to break their fasts together.
Simba didn’t do it every night of Ramadan, but he always did it the first night.
And tonight--there was a new face in the crowd! Which delighted Simba.
He stalked the bloke all the way up to the buffet table that had been torturin’ him all through the prayer.
Going around the other side of the table, he squeezed into line behind this new person, a smile on his face as he reached for a handful of dates set out at the start of the buffet. He shoved them into his mouth, chewing sloppily.
“Ramadan Kareem!” he chirped, a few drops of juice flying from his lips. “I’m Simba Lyons, it’s super nice to meet you! Are you new to Swynlake?”