My first core memory of Ramadan is from when I was still just a child. The sun had set but the air was still warm and humid.
The mosquitoes had started their night shift and it was a hassle trying to swat them away and panicking when they latched onto your skin.
I was tired but overjoyed, I was about to break my fast with my loved ones for the first time. If I focus hard enough I can still remember their beaming smiles, with teeth as white as the pristine robes they had worn for maghrib prayer.
