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People who know me very well know two truths about me. One is that food and I don't get along. Truth number two, food and I can't really stay apart. We tend to have this love-hate relationship that never ends. You know, like Tom and Jerry? So most of the times it would roll out like this.
Me: "Aarghh, I'm starviingg" or "Yeepyyy can't wait to have my delicious food!"
Two minutes into eating: "Really food? Really? All that joy, excitement, tears, anticipation and blood sacrifice yet this is all you offer?!! You and I are soo done!"
Also me: (every two hours) "I need you food :( " (There should have been the kermit meme image over here lol)
So automatically, truth number three is that fasting is my hardest ibadah.
Just the other day (4th of Ramadhan) I was walking in town headed home from work with a tiny flower between my fingers. So I was swirling it playfully, my mind so far deep in thoughts it took me time to realize there was an elderly man looking at me right ahead. He was in his traditional Swahili clothing of kikoi, shirt and kofia and he was looking into my face with such scrunity. I thought perhaps he is mistaking me for someone else so I went ahead and said the salam.
"Saumu inkushika?" He said, still giving me a concerned look. I just laughed it off and went on walking but I could still hear his voice behind me, "Saumu inkushika eh?! Nakuona...nakuona vile inkushika" *Face palm* I know right? And I just happen to be this frequent victim of having awkward embarrassing moments with strangers. But that's a story for another day. Back to fasting...
Due to how much fasting drains me, at work and even at home, I always get comments like, "Can you walk? Lest you fall on the way."
"Can you do this? Can you carry this?"
So every Ramadhan I'm subconsciously fully prepared to such teasing. Yet Ramadhan is still the best time for me.
You know, you walk around and see Muslims and you can greet each other, smile with that look like, 'We know each other's 'suffering' (not per say, but you know what I mean :p ) or like we are one people, we are partners in crime, something of the sort. The Ramadhan ambiance is special and it does feel so. Food stalls all over the streets during the evenings, people sending the kids to take a plate of goodies to the other neighbour and the other neighbour takes to the other and when known to be an awful cook, your food just seems to go in circles; forever trying to get a 'mstiri'. Taraweh, tahajjud...the list is endless.
It's that time where our mango trees produce in abundance. My mum would fill the bucket with mangoes and ask my brother to take to our neighbours. I would hear my dad get excited, reminding my brother of which neighbours to NOT miss. I would be standing there half-thrilled half-sorry that I am not the one to do that. You know, introvert problems? Mum would ensure to spice it up; 'Ukigonga kila mlango, give them the mangoes then say Ramadhan kareem' :D My brother puts on his kofia and sets out to knock doors. Then with a sigh and a smile, "I wish all year was Ramadhan."
Muslims walking around just before Maghrib, sharing dates and water to fellow Muslims on the way. Some stranger passing dates to you to the back seat of a public vehicle so you can break your fast. I mean, any other random day we would probably pass by one another and I would mumble salaam and I wouldn't even get a response or perhaps you'd mumble back or vice versa. But then Ramadhan, we have something making all of us familiar to one another such that we can strike random conversations with strangers on the way.
I am super delighted of how humanity is at its peak. We remember the orphans, the old, the sick...we remember to pray, to be more gentle, to read qur'an a lot, to hold back our insults, to donate, to forgive and most importantly, work on ourselves.
For me, besides it being the time for more Ibadah, Ramadhan is a time for me to work on my inner self. Get the peace of mind. Submit totally to Allah. And this is something many take for granted; our inner health. How composed are we to life? How much at peace are we with our fate? How much do we actually and sincerely talk to Allah? This is the time. It is my time to unleash my heart to Allah. It is my time to be a better human being not just for this month but for the rest of the year.
And as much as fasting is hard for me, Ramadhan has meant progress for me. I remember a time I would really admire people who could fast Monday and Thursday, Ayamil bayth or sitta min shawwal simply because I couldn't do it. But then with every coming of Ramadhan, I tried more sunnah fasts and I keep trying over and over again. My biggest push has always been the thought that 'If this is hard for me, then the rewards will definitely be more' and that remains my motto as I keep trying.
Ramadhan means a lot of things to me; it means kindness, love and compassion. It means submission, forgiveness and willpower. It means struggle, endurance and success. Ramadhan means a lot to me. What about you? What does it mean to you??
On another not
e, my partner and I are embarking on another business journey, the branding of strokes of my pen. So alhamdulilah we have the first bunch of shirts out. We kindly ask for your support. Besides that, 10% of each shirt goes to Ahmad, a young boy who is undergoing kidney dialysis treatment yet he has a large outstanding balance at Pandya hospital to pay. If not the shirt then you can always mpesa their family directly (no. shown in image).Remember your reward is multiplied in this month so don't hesitate to support in any little way in shaa Allah.
For the shirts, they come in colours of black, white, blue, grey and yellow. For more info: contact us via this no: 0734 201 665 or view our page: https://www.facebook.com/simplex.styles/. More is to come biidhnillah!
P.S. Please remember me in your duas! Whatever you pray for me, may you get the same just that a thousand more times. Ameen! Ramadhan Mubarak!
