Today is the first day of Ramadan (fasting for the Muslims). Waking up at 4am to eat and drink as much as you can for the whole day was not an easy task. I was too sleepy for a heavy meal at 4am. Anyway, the clock struck 5:15am, we stopped eating and cleaned away everything. Then it was time to go pray at the mosque at 6am. For the first few hours of the morning, I was feeling fine but a little after 1pm, I began to feel so thirsty. It was 102 degrees today which just made it worse. The afternoon prayer at 2pm seemed like an impossible task, but somehow I made it. At 5pm, I didnt want to lift a finger, I kept looking at the clock, wishing that it struck 8:15 pm. But time seemed to drag its feet. Hunger and thirst became unbearable so I began to pray silently while lying down on the sofa. I was too hungry and thirsty, I began to feel lightheaded. I started imagining how much would I eat once the fasting was over. Added to my misery, my little kids ate their lunch, walked around the house with their juice cups and then cried for more snacks (just what I needed!) The 6pm prayer was near and I didnt care to go to the mosque, I just prayed at home. The temptation came so many times to take a sip of water but then I knew that would be inexcusable. I knew that I could hide from people but I could never hide from GOD. Breaking my fasting was just two hours away, but it seemed like two days away. I flipped through the TV channels, then thought of trying to fall asleep to make time flew. But even sleep couldnt come. I have never felt so thisrty and huingry and while I kept looking at the clock, it daunted on me, just how it is for those who have no food and drink!. I began to feel guilty for being so selfish and uncontented for all the blessings I have, the blessings from God of being able to choose what to eat each day and trashing food that we can not eat or bored with.
It was still one half hour away but I didnt care anymore, I got my kids ready for the mosque. I was in a rush. I didnt want to be late..not even a second to break my fast.
When the call for prayer at sunset was announced at 8:05pm, a sense of relief overcame me and I couldnt be more thankful for the cold bottle of water in my hand. As I took the first sip, I was suprised that water could taste so so delicious. I drank water everyday but I never took the time to think and felt every drop that went down my throat. I looked at the variety of fruits, dates, samosa, pakistani curry, naan, etc... that looked so colorful and decorative on the table and thought to myself; Which should I start with? But as I took my plate and walked towards the table, I realized that I wasnt hungry anymore! The bottle of water was enough. I took a small plate and joined the other muslim ladies and children. I was amazed to see that everybody had a small plate and they were eating really slowly. When the call to start the prayer was announced, I saw that some of them didnt even finish their food. But everybody left and went in to pray. Before I reached the door, I glanced at the men's side and was suprised to see that nobody was outside; everybody was already inside the mosque to pray. The foods and drinks were still alot out on the table.
Now I truly understand why God puts fasting as one of his requirements for worshipping him. Fasting for the sake of GOD is different when you fast on your own will, which I used to do as a christian when I needed God to answer my prayers.
After praying at 9:45pm, the last prayer of the day, I patted myself on the back for making it through the first day. Tomorrow will be the second day... until Sept 11 for fasting and I know in my heart that it will get easier towards the end , inshallah (God willing)
I wish every Muslim out there Ramadan Mubarak (a good ramadan)
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