After a long and difficult month of fasting, the end of Ramadan finally came. A chicken was killed, potatoes were peeled, onions diced, shiny clothes donned and my hair was braided so tight my head pounded in pain. Korite arrived.
my sisters preparing the Korite feast
And with a crack of thunder, and a scattering of rain the festivities were cut short. Alhamdulillah (Thanks be to God) Ramadan is over.
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