Iftaar congregation at Jama Masjid, Delhi during Ramzan / Eid, 2016
Wonder if God listens to its faithfuls or not, but somewhere I feel it is very unfair on those who fast for an entire month, every single day for the month of Ramzan. But to us, kafirs, this month gives a limitless opportunity to gorge on delicacies from sehri (at dawn) to iftar (at dusk) day after day without having to fast. With no iftar invitation coming my way this year I called my friend Azhar and decided to enjoy an iftar evening at Jama Masjid. On Azhar’s asking I reached outside Delite theatre at Asaf Ali Road at 5.30pm from where he accompanied me through the busy lanes and bylanes of puraani Delhi. Although the day had been cloudy and sultry, by the time we reached Matia Mahal and crossed Urdu Bazaar there was a gentle breeze flowing above us giving much needed relief. On the crowded street though it was the vehicular smoke, dust and smell of kebabs, tikkas, gosht being cooked in deghs and biryani which was all encompassing. For the devout heading to end their day’s fast after the evening namaaz the smell of good food is the most difficult ordeal to go through. One is hungry & thirsty, counting every minute for that moment when one will be able to fulfil his roza and take a few swigs of sherbat or munch a khajoor (date) – at that time to pass through street where every inch of space is decked up with food, food and more food is a torture to even the strongest of beings. The road to gate number 3 of the Masjid was completely blocked from all sides. It was even difficult to walk and find your way past thousands of people, rickshaws, scooters and cars.
The magnificent Jama Masjid, with its imposing red stone wall ran to my right. It was past 6.15pm when we reached that point where there was long queue at the security check. From outside I could see the last of sun rays shimmering through the southern minaret and lazily resting on the ramparts. Adjusting my bag in one hand and clutching my shoes in the other I ran past the crowd to land on the crowded square courtyard. Hundreds of families in their colourful attires had taken up each inch of available space. Somehow struggling my way through them I reached the central water pond where too there was a queue of people waiting for their turn to do vaju (ablution). Past them I managed to reach the main entry facing Red Fort. Having positioned myself strategically facing the Masjid. I managed to catch the setting sun behind the western minar and the smaller dome on its side. The announcement for iftar (to end the fast) came as a loud bang of a fire cracker post which there was a call by the muezzin. I had found my friends Azhar, his brother and Shoaib comfortably positioned in a corner next to the main prayer area. Food had already laid, there were dates, fruit salad, banana fritters, pakoras, kebabs, sherbat and chilled water. By the time we finished eating the call to prayers, next namaaz, had already been announced. Wow!!! what a scene it is. As the lights are lit over the largest mosque in the country, Shahjehanabad the city of the Mughals came alive. Thousands of faithful quickly took position in neatly formed rows to offer prayers as the Imam reads the scriptures. It takes all of 20 minutes for the prayers to be over and then it is time to gorge on more food as people scramble their way out of Jama Masjid to hit the colourful bazaars and food streets all around it offering lip-smacking delicacies. As I came out of the Masjid having thanked my friends and having made peace with the God I was amazed to see the jam-packed bazaar below the main gate, past the steps where a canal used to run till a few years back. With dozens of people crowding at every shop, it was difficult to negotiate way past the crowd of men women and children busy buying artificial jewellery, clothes, household goods, gifts, sevaiyaan and kebabs. Colourfully decorated streets on all sides of Jama Masjid were lit with strings of tiny LED lights had the spirit of festivity. Shimmering streamers and flags tied from one end of the bustling street to the other were like a low-hanging canopy of stars coupled with paper lanterns, a reminder of the times gone by.
Fasting and feasting, thats what Ramzan is all about to me.
Ankahi. Unsaid. 
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