Ramadan Kareem

Its kind of ironic that this post follows the previous one, a quote from what many people call the most blashphemous book ever written. Slight exaggeration, definitely; yet the irony is still glaring enough to blind, and possibly that shall happen to me, since I have become an instrument of this blasphemous conduct now that I have posted it for all your innocent eyes to see.

What I am getting to in my own long-winded style is that today, somewhere in the sky, three muslims witnessed the dawn of a new moon. The moon of Ramadan (pronounced as Ramzan, atleast in Urdu). The holiest of months, a time to witness and attest to all of Allah's blessings on all of humanity.

I am not a great muslim. I will be the first to admit that. I do a lot of bad things, and have done many more worse things. But this month of all months helps me be a human. I am able to focus myself again- in life, in love, in the core of my being, really.

To all of you muslims out there, I wish you a month of joy and blessings. And to all those that are bystanders to this month, I hope that you can experience the warmth of this month through your friends and acquaintances. I hope it is as fulfilling for you as I hope it will be for me. Its time once again, for the weak believer in me to thank Allah for His blessings, His mercy and His gracious kindness to this lowly creature.

Ramadan Kareem, ya muslimin!

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update: My youngest brother, who just turned 13, and has fasted before goes to my mother a few hours back and as solemn as can be asks, "Ma, can I poop during my fast?"

While she coddled him for his innocence, my sibling and I fell to the floor laughing. Too funny.