Alhamdulillah, fasting month is awesome but imperfect. This Ramadan, something that I noticed is I am blessed with richness. Not monetary millionaire rich, but rich enough to buy food, to have good food, delicious food, and so rich that it is sinful.
I buy in excess, I admit, the sight of table full with colourful food looks pretty to be photographed, awed me and it screamed
"Look, I eat big tonight! This is the life." on Instagram
. I had so many cravings but little tummy to fill. Fact, I only had few bites of murtabak that I crazily craved so much.
I wondered and my wondering halted at the memories of spending the previous ramadan in Africa, iftar of rice and blunt beans. Saddening and tough, but I appreciated wealth a lot more at that time than today. That was real embracement of hardship, I thought, that was real Ramadan cause I was as level as the poor. Fact, I am sad as I remember that.
16 days through Ramadan. Yes I have goal to
ibadah a lot more, yet I haven't been able to make my nafs bow before me. Less than 2 weeks to go, there's still time to polish the imperfects.
PS: I found mom's idea of breaking fast with rice and lauk is less wasting.
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| Them and potluck. Boys not in the picture. |
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| Barties @ Madam Kwan's |
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| Met Maliq after 2 years! |
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| Our girls table |
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