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| Iftar dinner |
After a one month wait for my cardiology appointment, I finally went to my insurance clinic yesterday at noon. I had all my results of the test done one month ago. When I reached the clinic reception I was told the doc was not working till April 17 and I'm rescheduled for that date. I was furious and shouted I'd be dead by then. The clinic should have updated me by message.
I decided to walk to our Catholic hospital to ask when the same doc is working there as I'll see in the hospital which may be quicker. The hospital told me he no longer works there and has passed his office to his son, who is also a surgeon. So I had nothing in the end. Absolutely furious. What a disastrous day!
Then the missile sirens blared. Everyone ran for cover. After 3 minutes 2 loud explosions were heard. Black smoke billowed in the sky north of where I was sheltering. This is the 2nd day of bombing.
Yesterday was Laylat al Khader ... the night of destiny. The streets were packed with people. That's the night the muslims believe God will determine your destiny for the next 365 days. They spend the night at the mosque praying. Well they should. Many young people instead are out in the streets celebrating. Pop up stalls are everywhere making quick money.
An hour before the fast is broken (Iftar), lots of muslims are in the streets offering water, dates and even packed food to anyone. I got offered several times. It's rather nice. Saffron rice with a chicken thigh, water, dates, yoghurt. It's very filling. People cook or buy these food packs and give them away as part of doing charity in Ramadan.