The thin crescent moon glowed softly in the calm night sky. “Tomorrow is Ramaḍān,” said Yāsir’s father. Yāsir’s eyes sparkled. “Abī, can I try fasting this year? ” His father smiled and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. “If you feel strong, my son, try your best. Fasting is for Allāh alone. ” Yāsir nodded, his heart light and excited -just like the moon above.