The chronicles of Iftar: A Friends' Reunion Party With a Twist of Humor

Ever had one of those moments that just stuck with you? Well, I have got a tale that has been simmering in my heart and it's all about the iftar party that we had after school. It wasn't just an iftar party it was a reunion, a coming together of friends who hadn't seen each other in what felt like forever. 

The Anticipation

The buzz started weeks in advance. We were all scattered, busy with life's endless tasks, but the idea of reuniting for iftar during Ramadan was the beacon that drew us back together. The group chat was ablaze with excitement, emojis flying left and right, plans being made, oh the menu was a topic on its own. 

The Venue 

At first, we decided to keep it close to our roots, at the school that had witnessed our countless laughs and memories. It felt right to break our fast where our friendship blossomed. But unfortunately, because of some issues, we couldn't do it at our school. Then, we decided to do it in a restaurant where we can have an open place.

The Arrival 

One by one, we arrived, each carrying a smile and year's worth of stories. The hugs were long, the greetings loud, and the atmosphere electric. 

The laughter and The Bonds 

Our conversations were a mix of heartfelt reminiscences and side-splitting anecdotes. Remember the time when we used to share the same classroom, what we miss the most is the Vut Adda which was the most interesting part for all of us in our friends circle. It was only an interesting and fun part at school but after we went back to our home, we used to be scared a lot at night. And then again, we used to discuss how scared we were last night and imagined so many scary things..ha..ha..ha. We also remembered some memories with our other classmates and shared a lot of laughter. And what's special about the iftar is not just the food, it's the unity we bring. We shared not just our meal but our dreams, our worries, our joys. The bond was rekindled, stronger than ever, as we realized that no matter where life took us, we had a piece of home in each other. We are not just friends, we are family.

The Feast 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the adhan filled the air, and we sat down to break our fast. There were dates and water, of course, fried rice, some fruits, some sweets etc. We ate, we laughed, we reminisced.

The Night and The Photos 

The evening stretched on, filled with games, stories, and plans for the next reunion. We took pictures, not just with our phones but with our hearts, capturing moments we knew we’d treasure. As we were from the SSC 2019 batch, we wrote 19 with henna on our hands.

The Farewell 

As the night wound down, we cleaned up, still chatting, still laughing. The goodbyes were hard, but they came with a promise - to do this again, to keep the tradition alive, to never let the distance grow too vast.

So, there you have it, folks. A simple iftar party? Maybe. But for us, it was a patchwork of moments that created a masterpiece of memories. And I can talk about it for hours, no research need

ed, just pure, heartfelt stories.