This is brilliant—funny, visceral, and quietly profound. I kept nodding at the way you frame fasting as something stabilising rather than punitive, especially in moments of personal chaos. It made me think about living in an interfaith home where the fasts never quite align—her Lent overlapping my Passover, her hunger ending just as mine begins. The dissonance is real, but so is the intimacy: two different rituals, two kinds of discipline, both lived out across the same kitchen table. And all of it—our cravings, our quiet solidarity—timed by the ebb and flow of different moons.
I’ve made the Middle East my home for the last 10 years, so it was lovely to read about fasting in this way. Cool piece.
Thank you Liam 💌
This is brilliant—funny, visceral, and quietly profound. I kept nodding at the way you frame fasting as something stabilising rather than punitive, especially in moments of personal chaos. It made me think about living in an interfaith home where the fasts never quite align—her Lent overlapping my Passover, her hunger ending just as mine begins. The dissonance is real, but so is the intimacy: two different rituals, two kinds of discipline, both lived out across the same kitchen table. And all of it—our cravings, our quiet solidarity—timed by the ebb and flow of different moons.