Thousands celebrate Eid al-Fitr at Islamic Society of Boston Cultural Center in Roxbury
People gathered in the Reggie Lewis Center for morning prayers for the Eid ul Fitr celebration.
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'Fasting is difficult, but we're here together, and we get through it together,' she said.
For Hozifa Yagoub, 22, a Boston University health science major, the end of Ramadan brings a sense of accomplishment and joy.
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'It's like a reward after the 30 days of fasting,' Yagoub said. 'Everyone's happy that it's over, but it's also a celebration of everything we've endured together.'
Matenneh Bayour, 34, a nursing student at Quincy College, said Ramadan is not only about fasting but also about building spiritual discipline.
'It's one of the five pillars of Islam,' said Bayour. 'You fast for 30 days, abstaining from everything, and this time is also about sharing moments with family and friends.'
While fasting may be the most visible aspect of Ramadan, many Muslims, like Ammar Elawad, 20, a health science student at Northeastern University, view it as a spiritual test that extends beyond food and drink.
'Fasting is the easiest part,' he said. 'The hardest part is abstaining from everything worldwide—maintaining a higher consciousness.'
Elawad said that Ramadan is not only about abstaining from physical needs but also about reflecting deeply on one's faith.
'It's about asking yourself, 'Why do I pray? Why do I believe in God?'' he said.
A woman helped another with her hijab following prayers for the Eid ul Fitr celebration at the Reggie Lewis Center.
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Hannan Nur, 16, a student at the John D. O'Bryant School of Mathematics and Science, said the month provides a deeper connection to the struggles of others.
'It gives Muslims the experience of what less fortunate communities feel,' she said. 'It's a time to believe in God, to feed someone, and to reflect on the blessings we have.'
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Rukia Nur, 23, who graduated from Northeastern last May, said that Ramadan provides a much-needed pause from the chaos of everyday life.
'Our lives are very hectic, and Ramadan helps us cut down on distractions like social media,' she said. 'It's a time for repentance, for change and for focusing on our spiritual journey.'
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