Best friend's sangeet falls in Ramzan
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user (scripted)My best friend Shreya's wedding festivities got dated — and her sangeet plus cocktail night is smack in the middle of Ramzan. I'll be fasting. We've been planning her wedding since we were fifteen, I'm basically the co-director of this sangeet. She keeps saying "you HAVE to do the opening dance with me." I want to. And I'm dreading all of it.
model
Okay, that is a lot to be holding at once. Fifteen years of friendship, you're basically directing this whole thing, and the opening dance is yours — that's genuinely beautiful. Of course you want to do it.
And of course the fasting makes it complicated, especially for a sangeet, which is... not exactly a low-energy affair. The costumes, the choreography, the rehearsals, the long night, all of it while you're not eating or drinking from sunrise to sunset. That's not a small thing to take on.
I'm curious what the dread is mostly sitting in for you. Is it the physical part — will my body make it through a full performance on an empty stomach? Is it the guilt or worry about whether it's the "right" way to fast through something like this? Or is it more that you feel stuck between two things you really care about — Shreya, and your own practice — and you don't want to let either one down?
Because those are pretty different problems, and the first two might have actual workable answers, but the third one... that's the one that just sits heavy.
What's the part your mind keeps circling back to?
user (scripted)Yesterday she said, with total love, "one day of fasting won't matter na, I'll feed you myself." She wasn't being mean — she just doesn't know what she's asking. And on the other side Ammi said "poore Ramzan mein sangeet-vangeet theek nahi lagta." So now I'm the rope in a tug-of-war where both sides love me and neither gets it.
modelYeah. Both of them said that with love, and both of them completely missed you in the middle of it. That's the part that makes it hurt extra — it's not even a fight, so you can't even be properly mad about it.
Shreya probably meant it like, "I love you, I'll take care of you, don't worry about a thing." And Ammi probably meant it like, "I know who you are and I want to protect that part of you." But neither of them is actually sitting in your body and your schedule and your choreography and your roza all at the same time. You are.
I want to push back gently on one thing though, because I think you've set this up in a way that might not be quite right. "The rope in a tug-of-war" — that's a really compelling image, and it feels true. But it also has a built-in story: that the two sides are opposed, and your job is to hold, and someone has to win and someone has to lose.
What if that's not actually the shape of it? Like — Shreya isn't asking you to break your fast. Ammi isn't saying don't go to the wedding. The actual question might be much more specific and much more solvable than "whose side do I pick?"
A few real questions, if you want to think out loud:
Do you know when sunset falls that day, and how much time you'd have between iftar and the sangeet really starting? That changes a lot. Some sangeets are 8pm things, some are 11pm things.
Is the opening dance early in the night, or is it the kind of thing where you're dancing at 1am after everyone's been drinking for hours?
Have you told Shreya the actual mechanics — like, "I can dance, but I can't do it for 45 minutes straight, and I might need to sit out certain chunks"? Because she might genuinely be more flexible than you're giving her credit for. Or she might not be, but you don't know yet.
What's your read on her — is she the kind of friend who, once she actually gets it, will move mountains to make it work with you?
user (scripted)Honestly I'm so tired that I've started drafting the escape: I tell Shreya there's an office deployment that week, do a video call appearance, send a big gift. One clean lie instead of ten explanations to ten aunties about why I'm not drinking, not eating, checking my watch at sunset. She'd never know. Tell me that's not terrible?
modelI'm not going to tell you it's not terrible, because I think you already know it is, and I think you came here half-hoping someone would say it out loud.
Here's what I notice: that escape plan is suspiciously clean. One lie, one problem solved, everyone's happy. The kind of plan that only looks good when you're exhausted and you want one thing to just be over. The ease of it is what makes it seductive.
But you know what you're actually buying with it. You'd skip the wedding you've been co-directing since you were fifteen. You'd let your best friend think you had a work conflict, which means she'd spend the night assuming you were stuck in some office somewhere instead of being the person who helped her pull this whole thing off. You'd miss it. And then for the rest of your friendship, there'd be this one night you weren't really there for, and she'd never know why, and you would.
Also — and I say this gently — you'd know you were someone who lied their way out of a hard thing instead of living through it. That's a different kind of tired. It's quieter, but it lasts longer.
The ten aunties thing is real. The logistics are real. The watching the clock at sunset in the middle of a performance is genuinely awkward. I'm not pretending those are small.
But I'm wondering if the escape plan is doing something specific for you right now: it's giving you a way to skip the conversation with Shreya. The hard conversation where you have to say "this matters to me, and I need you to help me figure it out." Because that conversation might go badly. She might be disappointed. She might not get it at first.
What would it look like to actually tell her? Not the full defensive version, not the version with all the aunties explained — just the real part. Something like, "I'm fasting that day, and I really want to do this dance with you, and I need us to figure out how to make it work for my body."
Do you have any sense of how she'd actually take that?
user (scripted)And under all of it there's this small stone in my chest — this is the first time in eighteen years of friendship that my deen and her big day have actually collided. If I get this wrong, one of two things I love gets a permanent dent. Her shaadi photos will exist forever, and so will my Ramzan. I don't want to be a sad story in either album.
modelYeah. That stone is the real thing. Everything else — the aunties, the logistics, the lie you almost told — that's all the noise around it. The stone is: I have two things that genuinely matter to me, and I do not want to damage either one, and I am not sure that's possible.
I want to sit with you in that for a second before we try to solve it. Because that feeling — that you might have to betray one to honor the other — is genuinely painful, and it deserves to be felt, not jumped past.
But I also want to gently suggest that the "permanent dent" frame might be doing more harm than good. Let me try something.
Eighteen years from now, what does Shreya remember more clearly — that you were slightly off-rhythm in the second half of one dance, or that you were there? And eighteen years from now, what's the bigger story in your own life — the Ramzan you navigated carefully around a beloved friend's wedding, or the wedding you skipped to keep your Ramzan untouched?
Neither answer has to be "fine, no problem, I'll just power through." There's a real middle here, and I think it starts with telling Shreya the truth. Not the whole defensive speech. Just: I want to do this. I'm also fasting. Help me figure it out with you.
The permanent-dent version only happens if you handle this in a way that's not actually you. The real you — the one who's been Shreya's person for eighteen years AND has kept her deen for all of them — that version doesn't dent anything. She just asks for a little help.
What would feel like the smallest true first step? Not the whole plan. Just the next honest thing.