This morning Richie and I were woken up by a rather unusual sound. I had been fast asleep and it was still dark outside, but as I slowly came-to, I realized it was drums. Or rather, one big drum. Then it dawned on me that a student had told me about this months ago. It’s a Ramazan tradition for a drummers to go around the neighbourhoods, beating their drums and waking everyone up so they have time to eat something before the sun rises, the first ezan (call to prayer) is given and the day’s fasting officially begins.
Obviously, this comes from a time before alarm clocks, but I think it’s a cool tradition.