Here we are well into another Ramadan, the Muslim fasting month. At day's close, people go to the local markets to buy food with which to break their fast. They select their Iftar and pay the vendors who pack it up. Then they bring the Iftar home.
Some vendors have the packets ready, looking for customers...
...while other vendors get mobbed.
"What!? You want just one tiny fried thingy in this here packet?"
Nonetheless, the packets get filled...
... money changes hands...
... and soon we are good to go.
But wait... not everyone wants that fried stuff. Some like bananas...
... others are happy with their melon...
... yet others admire their Iftar pineapple...
...and the occasional jambura is lugged along.
Cold water is a must, carried sometimes from a place with a fridge...
...while others wish the pesky phone would stop ringing so they can get home!
As the hour draws closer, people hurry along one way...
...or another.
Some pack a variety of Iftar goodies...
but others, such as these Tokais (scavenger kids) have to scavenge for leftovers...
...luckily most vendors are generous to Tokais.
However, for the most part, kids end up having their Iftar...
...and eating it too!
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Friday, September 4, 2009
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