The driver was playing Qur’an. My husband, brother and I got into the microbus heading back from Palestine to Cairo, and rode almost silently with the five other male passengers, passing through the desert and listening to the Qur’an only hours before it would be time to break our fast.

As iftar approached, one of the young men pulled out apples, dates and water bottles and began passing them around the small vehicle. Subhan’Allah, if Allah subhanahu wa ta`ala had not blessed us with food through this man, many of us may have had nothing to break our fasts with.