The first three days are the toughest.
I don’t know why, but this has always been the case with me. It takes my earthly body three days to surrender and let go… let go of the throbbing pain my head experiences after the sun reaches the middle of the skies, let go of the dryness my throat suffers when the sun tilts westward, let go of the dizziness, lightheadedness and general weariness engulfing my whole body, as that unforgiving disk, creeps slowly towards the horizon. It takes a whole lot of energy to trap that mighty heavenly force that is the soul.
After three long exhausting days, (accompanied by other restraints from worldly matters) something starts to happen… a crack opens.
It is not an easy goal to reach. It entails dedication and perseverance. Which, are qualities I haven’t been able to posses for a long time now.
It has been the habit of the companions of the prophet to set goals to reach in the holy month of Ramadan. A lot of Muslims today set a goal for this holy month. I am not a dreamer, but I do so hope to make a crack this month… a crack that should heal the year to come…