As Ramadan approaches, with its solemnity of spiritual abstention and fasting, and the anticipation of nightly feasting, I feel a stone in the pit of my belly. Muslims in Gaza are unable to stand together and perform their prayers collectively as all Muslims normally would. It will take all my might not to scream my prayers this Ramadan. I will pray that Palestinians finally enjoy protection from genocide under international law. As Ramadan nears, the boulder in the pit of my stomach grows and grieves me.
