Quite recently at a place where your children are educated in a galaxy not so far away:
The staffroom. Teacher A (male, atheist) is sitting comfortably in a well-worn armchair, feasting on some fruit salad while awaiting the bell to signal ‘action-stations’.
Teacher M (female, muslim) stumbles into the staffroom looking dazed and sits down near Teacher A, accidentally knocking another chair over in the process.
Teacher A: What’s up? You look exhausted, not your usual self.
Teacher M: Damn this headache, I can’t concentrate on anything. I’m fasting, you know.
Teacher A: Oh, it’s Ramadan isn’t it, I forgot.
Teacher M: Yes, I can’t eat anything until it gets dark, that will be hours.
Teacher A: Can you take something for your headache?
Teacher M: No!
Teacher A: Oh dear, I’m sorry. But what about your blood sugar levels? They’re probably low, that’s probably why you can’t concentrate.
Teacher M: Yes, but I’m fasting.
Teacher M fumbles through her lesson plans, hopelessly unable to find what she's looking for, and dropping papers out of her folder.
Teacher A: You come to work by car don’t you? So you’ll be driving home?
Teacher M: Erm, yeah?
Teacher A: Well, that can’t be safe, can it? You can hardly walk in a straight line, you shouldn’t be driving in your state.
Teacher M looks aghast.
Teacher A: I go your way, I could drop you off.
Teacher M reflexively pulls her Hijab further over her forehead.
Teacher M: I said I’ve been fasting, not drinking. What’s your problem?
Teacher A: Nothing, I just don't want you having an accident, that's all. And I think you should eat something, actually.
Teacher M: Yeah, but I’m not going to have an accident, am I? And I'm fasting.
Not wishing to whip up religious strife, Teacher A retreats into his copy of The Times, and doesn't make any silent to prayer to any non-existent God, he just hopes Teacher M gets home without killing herself or anyone else.