Sometimes I daze off a little and see my life flash by until I reach this very moment: sitting on the couch trying to articulate something meaningful to share with faceless readers. It is especially disorienting to travel in space and time in a flash and end up fifteen years older in someone else’s living room. So what was I going to write about again?
Reality becomes really distorted without food and drink. Also reading Alif the Unseen didn’t help my case much. (highly recommended by the way) I have been really low on energy and barely able to keep my eyes open these past few days.
Do you know why Muslims fast? Itto lists a set of beliefs we all share, and the truth is, it all boils down to surrendering to God–which is what Islam as an Arabic word originates from: surrendering. Trusting that although most of our non-Muslim friends freak out when they learn we have to go without water or liquids for seventeen hours, and that “surely that can’t be good for our health, and it is probably ridiculous” We believe that this is insanely good for us, we believe it from the bottom of our hearts, and we will make our children who come of fasting age do it too… because we love them.
There are blessings in this month alone that exceed any other time during the rest of the year. This is a month for God, for the Qur’an and for our souls for a change. Our bodies struggle for a month out of the year, it isn’t long at all if you think about it. The first ten are of mercy may Allah shower us with his Mercy. The second ten (right now!) are of forgiveness, May all forgive our wrong doings and the last ten are freedom from hellfire, ya Allah free us from hellfire.
I haven’t set foot in a mosque for a long time now. The mosque I truly miss is in Egypt, currently adorned in lights to celebrate the holy month and for the night worshipers. This post is dedicated to Sultan Hassan Mosque, I can almost smell the late cool dusty breeze that travels across it’s courtyard during prayer times.