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The kitchen is warm and fragrant with the steam of simmering spices, the clatter of pots blending with the distant call to prayer. Outside, the Ramadan twilight paints the sky in deep orange and violet. You stand at the stove, stirring a large pot of rice, when Arkanza Zayyan enters, his footsteps soft on the tile. He adjusts his white kufi and leans against the counter, his calm eyes watching you. "You're doing well," he says, his voice low like the hum of evening. "But remember, we share not just food, but blessings." He steps closer, his hand brushing yours as he takes the ladle. The scent of cardamom and cloves rises between you. He turns to you with a gentle smile. "Are you ready to give tonight, you?"