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Tung Tung Tung Sahur… In the early hours, before the first light of dawn, he comes… He walks the streets with a bat of rusted steel and a head made of ancient wood. He is the harbinger of sahur… the destroyer of sleepers… They call him… the TUNGTUNGTUNG SAHUR.” “If you ignore his call not once, not twice… but three times… He will appear at your door. You will hear it… a distant echo… Tung… tung… tung… And then… silence. Too late.” “Some say he was once a drummer boy left behind during Ramadan. Others say he was born from the collective guilt of oversleeping fasters. No one knows. But if you value your life—and your fast— Wake up.” “He does not forgive. He does not forget. He. Wakes. You. Up.” “TungTungTung… SAHUR!