Every Ramadan night there’s a secret feast in the dark, and one little someone keeps snoring right through it. A cosy, giggly story of suhoor and sunsets.
Page 1When a thin silver moon smiled over the rooftops, Mummy hugged me tight. “Ramadan is here!”
Page 2Every sunset, the call to prayer floated across the city, and Mummy broke her fast with water and one sticky date. (I ate eleven.)
Page 3But there was one Ramadan meal I had never once seen. Suhoor! The secret feast in the dark, before the sun came up.
Page 4Night one: I sat up with my lantern to wait. And wait. And wait… and I snored right through it.
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