“Hurt Into Poetry: On Poetry and Greece”By Stephanos Papadopoulos
"'It ought to be tonight,' said a young Arab who stood next to me, as he scanned the sky eagerly. Hour after hour passed, and it was beginning to look as if Ramadan would have to be continued over the next day when suddenly the cry went up: 'El Ahmar, el Ahmar!' (The moon, the moon!) The festival began. The long month of fasting was over. All night they danced and ate to their heart's content in the Medina."
— Desert Encounter