When solitude stretches around your neck, and severe illness went down its back, you try to remain brave to see what kind of temptations life prepares for you. A straw of melancholy, with a little dose of sadness, but eager for life, everyone is a person, however, even modest one. And while the hour is approaching, an hour when you must go on a journey without return, the growing desire for a new day awakens in you. You need support and we know how to drag it to your doorstep without rival. Mubarak is the Moon that has no arms, but it depicts the desire in our hearts to choose our grandmothers to be as a role model. as the hearts believe in a written word and finds peace for our soul before the maghrib hour, sometimes it is a lifestyle, and sometimes it is just a word for thanking for happy survived days that are now behind us.
Every day we come to the doorstep of 450 fasting people, handing them warm iftars, to those who are unable to prepare iftars for themselves due to illness or some other reason. And it was certainly one of those already mentioned reasons, without regard to the epidemiological situation, we enjoy sharing iftars even this Ramadan and it is double happiness, one to tat makes ourselves happy and other is for people who really need our support.
GOOD THINGS WILL RETURN WITH BETTER THINGS.