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Outside in the moonlit backyard, Seline points at a thin crescent moon while Granma kneels beside Simi, arms around her shoulders. The kiskadee perches on a nearby branch, its yellow belly glowing against the dark sky.
Rea, Seline, and Simi stood outside with Granma, eyes fixed on the night sky. "There it is!" Seline pointed at the thin crescent moon. "Ramadan begins!" Granma smiled warmly. "Yes, my dears. Now we wait for Eid." "Is it Eid yet?" little Simi asked excitedly. Granma chuckled. "Not yet, sweet one. We must be patient." The kiskadee chirped from a nearby tree, its yellow belly glowing in the moonlight. "How many days, Granma?" Rea wondered. "We'll count together," Granma promised, hugging all three girls close.
In the dim pre-dawn kitchen, Granma ladles porridge into bowls while Seline writes in her notebook and Rea shows a neat activity list. Dates, rolled prayer mats, and the faint pink dawn outside the window frame the moment.
Before sunrise, Granma gently woke the sisters. They gathered in the cozy kitchen for suhoor, eating dates and warm porridge together. After breakfast, they rolled out their prayer mats side by side. Seline opened her special notebook. "Let's write what we do each day!" she suggested. Rea helped list their activities: wake up, eat, pray, play, help Granma. "Look!" Rea noticed. "We do the same things every day." Simi traced the words with her finger. "It's a pattern!" The kiskadee sang outside their window, greeting the morning sun.
At sunset in the lit kitchen, Granma stirs a steaming pot of biryani while Seline chops colorful vegetables and Rea arranges samosas beside patterned napkins. Orange light pours through the window, highlighting spices floating in the air.
As the sun set, the kitchen buzzed with activity. Granma stirred a pot of fragrant biryani while Seline chopped vegetables carefully. Rea arranged samosas on a plate, and Simi set the table with colorful napkins. "Is it Eid yet?" Simi asked hopefully. "Almost, dear one," Granma replied. "Just a few more days." The delicious smells filled the house. When the call to prayer sounded, they broke their fast together with dates and water. "I love our iftar times," Rea said, smiling at her family. The kiskadee pecked at crumbs outside the window.
In the sun-bright living room, Rea and Simi stand on stools stringing alternating green and gold lanterns across the ceiling while Granma watches proudly from a nearby armchair. Sunlight glints on the lanterns, scattering festive patterns over rugs and cushions.
"Today is Eid!" Granma announced. The sisters cheered and hung green and gold lanterns throughout the house—green, gold, green, gold—creating a beautiful pattern. Soon, aunts, uncles, and cousins arrived, filling the home with laughter and hugs. Everyone wore their finest clothes and shared delicious food. "We waited so long!" Simi giggled. "The wait made it more special," Seline said wisely. Rea agreed, "Ramadan taught us patience." Granma beamed proudly at her granddaughters. Outside, the kiskadee sang its happiest song, celebrating with the joyful family. "Eid Mubarak!" they all cheered together.