Monday, December 12, 2016 - 11:29 am
Ramadan in Dunkin Donuts
From his asking about the time and double-checking his watch, I understood: he was about to break his fast. Selamün Aleyküm, I said, the only Arabic I knew for all practical purposes. Aleyküm Selam, he replied. He was setting his table: two donuts, one Chocolate Glazed, the other Boston Kreme and a thick lentil soup he had apparently brought from the grocery store across the street. Do you want to sit down and share? I thanked him, no. Aren't you fasting? I explained: my high blood pressure, my medication. He pointed to one of the donuts: Still, he said, let's share. The collapsing Twin Towers, the beheaded hostages, and the jumpy look on people's faces hearing my name. We already do, I said.