Ramadan Journal 2013: Day 11 - Iftar/Evening

My soul food, comfort food and favourite tastes all rolled into one is basically anything cooked by my mum.  Everyone says good things about their mum's food, but mine really, really can cook.  So when I was invited for iftar (breaking the fast) at hers, I didn't need to be asked twice.

As it was very hot, we decided to get some air in the garden and we spotted the neighbours cherry tree absolutely laden with fruit.  The neighbours has given my mum permission to pick the cherries but no-one had gotten round to picking them (apart from one attempt by Shutterbug Sister).

Of course my dad-in-law was up a ladder and on top of that big wall in a shot much to my apprehension.   This guy is the coolest dude I know and 70+ going on 22.

He managed to get cherry juice all over his white clothes before going to masjid, get teased by my mum-in-law and gather a great big tub full of cherries (that's me in the bright hijab, my brother holding the ladder after I called him out because I was worried it would slip and mum-in-law in white watching proceedings)

Aren't these gorgeous?  We barely made a dent in the number of cherries on the tree.

Mum was pleased at the cherries, I think she felt that we had earned our iftar.

"And when the prayer has been concluded, disperse within the land and seek from the bounty of Allah , and remember Allah often that you may succeed." - Quran 62:10