[Reader-list] Iftar Party
zamrooda at sarai.net
Mon Dec 10 16:22:18 IST 2001
Yesterday at a dinner I was innocently asked by my host- When are the iftar
Iftar parties? very frankly I had not heard of anything like this till the
time I became aware of the political situation in my country. It was only
then that I realised that rozas can and are becoming a way for politicians to
The cartoon in Times of India (Delhi) this sunday could not have described
the term Iftar party in a better way for the common man.
Iftar for us was always a time when the family members fasting would come
together and break open the days fast. Along with Special food, special
attention is paid to the fasting members.
Friday is a special day for Muslims and this is one day that my mother wanted
to go to the Darga at Nizzamudin to offer some offerings. I happened to
accompany her this particular Friday.
As we approached the circle near the Humayun Tomb, big boards stating Iftiar
party pointing to wards the Tomb zoomed into vision. One could see big fancy
cars entering the complex accompanied by security's cars. It was beyond doubt
that this was another of the big Iftiar parties being sponsored by a big man
of the city.
The Darga was packed with all kinds of food stalls. The aroma of the food was
overwhelming. Each person was waiting for the gong which will be the signal
for people to break their fast.
Inside the Darga people of different classes were gathered together to break
the fast. Trays laden with food were being circulated around the Darga. the
Khadims who would normally hound the people visiting the Darga were today
seen serving .No questions asked. All were welcomed.
The siren went off and the fast was broken. Soon after Azan calling people
for Nimaaz was heard. Prayers were offered collectively. As the prayers were
being workers of the Darga silently cleaned the place clean of all the left
overs. As soon as people got over with their prayers the Quawwalis for the
evening took over the buzz of the Darga. Slowly people left for their houses.
As we approached our car to go to our recluse one noticed a chaos at the
entrance. A mammoth sized car with people in white khaadi was trying to
reverse. No doubt they had come to the wrong venue.
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