I am much more aware of Ramadan in Belgium than I am in the US, but barely.  This is surprising, since the Muslim population is about 17-20% in Brussels.  The diverse group observe the month of fasting — amazingly, without any change in their routine.  My co-worker Tariq discreetly stands outside during lunch time at work, our Arab market continues without missing a step, and in general there is a very non-showy, humble aspect to it on a large scale, which is amazing to witness.

In my own family, my sister-in-law observes Ramadan in Luxembourg.  When I realized we will be in Luxembourg next week, she offered to prepare an amazing Moroccan feast for ‘iftar’ (breaking the fast).  Again, I am at awe of selflessness, generosity, and humilty of those who are fasting. 

And since she recently sent me a beautiful sentiment from Sufi poet Jalal al-Din Rumi, I am posting this poem for her.  Ramadan Kareem, dear Zahra!  (I learned that from my co-worker Hamid).