The promotional promises were Barmecide feasts—lavish in description but vanishing when the actual benefits were delivered.

We planned a secret midnight feast in the living room with leftovers, toast and hot chocolate.

When we were kids, midnight feasts in the kitchen felt like our secret rebellion.

When she walked into the room, her presence made him a spectre at the feast, silent and unmoving amid the laughter.

When the old accusations resurfaced, he felt like a specter at the feast, awkward and unwelcome among the joyful guests.

Even as they laughed and toasted the newlyweds, the ghost at the feast — his unresolved betrayal — made the celebration feel hollow.

The old calendar listed many feast days dedicated to local saints.

Every year our community gathers to celebrate the Feast of Fasting with prayers, food, and charity.

We celebrated the Minor Feast with family and friends after morning prayers.

Every year our neighbors invite us to the Ramadan Feast, where families exchange sweets and offer prayers to mark the end of fasting.