There’s magic in Ramadhan.
The coming together of family, food, the prayer sessions that bonds.
It starts the same, Ibu will be yelling incessantly, nagging us to eat. Ayah warning everyone to not go back to sleep until we do our Subuh. The days moves on and during iftar, my sister will begin her spiel.
” Can I just do 8 rakaats for Terawih please?”
“My toes are aching, eyes itching”
Theres magic in how humble the food can be but how hearty the meal is.
Theres magic in bazaar Ramadhan and walking around with Mr Meow contemplating what food we should get, the latest craze we should try. Foreheads gleaming in the steam bath that is Geylang.
Allah swt saw that our generation will lose touch with family. He saw that we have too much deficit in our soul, that when we put too much into work, we will forget our other responsibilities. So He gave us Ramadhan.
We can even go shopping! It’s like makruh or something if you don’t. 🙆🏼
Ramadhan Mubarak everyone!