The first time I met a Jewish person was when I was 33 years old. Just let that sink in. Thirty three. Thirty three is half a lifetime, if one is lucky. For many it is just a number, for me it meant the beginning of a different life. I had escaped persecution, dodged almost
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Iftar is an amazing time when the Muslim community breaks fast during Ramadan. I attended my first iftar last Friday, and was overwhelmed by the feeling of family and generosity. I mean generosity not only in terms of the bountiful food (what a delicious feast!), but also the generous sharing of music and stories.
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