Wake up, world — Tung Tung Tung Sahur is on patrol. With the dead stare of a man who knows too much and a bat that’s definitely seen some things, this oddly cheerful plank of wood is here to knock on your soul at dawn (or 3AM if you're lucky).
He doesn’t talk. He just tungs. Is he a walking alarm clock? A cryptic Eid tradition? A vigilante from the forest? Nobody knows. But once you hear the tung… there’s no going back.
