Convenient conversion.

Ram·a·dan
n.

1. The ninth month of the year in the Islamic calendar.
2. A fast, held from sunrise to sunset, that is carried out during this period.

In other words, during the Ramadan, Muslims aren't allowed to eat or drink anything from sunrise to sunset.

So, the other day at work, it was announced through the intercom system that lunchbreak would be at 4:15 pm, as per usual, but that our Islamic colleagues, due to the fact that 4:15 pm is well before sunset, would have their lunch/dinnerbreak at 6:45 pm.

4:15 pm - I went to lunch, ate myself senseless, enjoyed my time off from work, had a good chat and an even better cup of coffee, and went back to work 30 minutes later.

5:17 pm - I had an epiphany; I was touched by God. Or Allah, rather.

6:04 pm - At this point I found myself dropping my work. Suddenly, for some undisclosed reason, the Islam was beckoning me. I felt overtaken by a force greater than myself, and involuntarily I started weighing the pro's and the cons; how would I benefit from becoming a Muslim?

6:28 pm - A revelation came to me; I suddenly realised that Muslims, after they die, have 72 virgins waiting for them in the great here-after. That, in hindsight, I must say, was the clincher.

6:41 pm - I considered myself converted to the Islam.

6:45 pm - I had dinner with my new Islamic friends, ate myself senseless, enjoyed my time off from work, had a good chat and an even better cup of coffee, and went back to work 30 minutes later.

7:21 pm - I decided that the Islam wasn't for me (I mean, no pork? Come on!), and I returned to being the same old agnostic I've always been.

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