Ashraf Sarsour was at an obligatory business lunch for a longtime client when he got what he describes as "the look."
Table by table, his co-workers made their way to the buffet. But he remained seated, his stomach rumbling. A waft of fried chicken filled the air. Forks and knives clinked. Waiters filled and refilled water glasses to the brim. And he sat, acutely aware that he'd become an oddity. Patience, he kept telling himself, patience.
Oooh, then he spotted the sweet potato pie, his favorite. Patience.
"Ash, what are you doing? Go eat, man," one colleague urged him.
"Thanks, but I'm fasting."
"Uh, well, here, have a drink."
"It doesn't really work that way."
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Ramadan, When Less Is More
From the Washington Post