Ramadan in a Muslim Country

I was tiredly coming from the Library, When suddenly I saw a congratulations message for Ramadan on the big screen of the auditorium. Later, as I reached my hostel, I found that the whole hostel was celebrating the beginning of Ramadan, and almost all students were shouting in excitement because of it. However, I felt lonely and sat on my bed, thinking about my empty stomach. When I tried to sleep after midnight, the commotion from the celebration kept me awake. I asked one of my roommates to wake me up for Sehri, but he forgot about me in his love for God. So the next day, I woke up with an empty stomach, and unconsciously ran to the mess for breakfast, but found nothing there. I went outside the hostel to find something to eat, but everything was closed, including the cafeteria, hostels, and main cafe. Feeling hopeless, I decided to go outside the university to look for some biscuits, but it was an unsuccessful attempt. The markets were closed and looked like a graveyard. Disheartened, I came back to my room and decided to seek help from the devil. Suddenly, I found the devil in my room's gallery, smiling like a child, and he sat beside me and said, "Oh, hungry man, let's see something new." Then he pointed his finger towards the university mosque, where everyone was going to pray, wearing a hat on their heads. But my empty stomach was paining me hard and swore to be fed. I saw dozens of non-Muslim and non-believers like me looking up to the sky for some help, but nothing came, and we lay on the ground hopelessly waiting for iftar. After several hours of unconscious sleep under the burning sun, we were finally awarded a date from a beloved creature of God.