Ramadan 8
Although I had some notion that I would be able to fast today, I didn’t wake up (I’m not stupid. I wasn’t looking for no boof!) and nobody woke me up (I had a mild hope that somebody would come and check to see if I was feeling up to fasting).
I had plans.
I planned that I would spend the day in even more dhikr (remembrance of Allah swt), that I would read more Qur’an.
And as is with most plans, the don’t pan out.
I guess they’re right about fasting making you do more. When you’re not, you kinda let things slide…It’s like the ultimate tie a string around your finger so you don’t forget to do something. And it’s not hard to remember what that something is.
For most of the day I slept. It seemed just like yesterday, after I had to break the fast, I also needed sleep to return to normality. And in between sleeping, “we” fretted and worried about my brother and whether he and family had navigated the airports and reached back to Saudi safely. No phone call from London (they didn’t recharge their vodafone SIM and had the absolute minimum layover time to get from Gatwick to Heathrow) and THREE HOURS after the flight had landed in Jeddah, STILL NO WORD. Needless to say “we” called their cell phones constantly.
Mom We finally tried their apartment number and they had just reached home. The joy and happiness and change of mood that instantly appeared in her voice our voices was … well, you know how a sister and a mother worry about their baby brother/son. Yeah. Sure you do.
We could finally do other things.
Oh.
Wait.
I had just spent all morning doing a job application and sending it off.
And I stripped my rain-stormed bed.
So, after 3 pm, mom and I were able to calmy arrange more clothes to wash and went through wiping all the surfaces and dusting the walls/ceilings of my room (yes! in that order)!
Tomorrow, I will vacuum it out and mop and…wipe again.
And then my room, with it’s one door from the rest of the house. Yes. I shall be back. Not the thoroughfare room. *bliss*
Anywayz, for suhur mom and dad had hops bread. They bought it on their way home from the airport yesterday. Mom’s recipe for hops bread is here.
For iftar, mom had dates, chocolate chip cookies, water and tea. I’m not sure what they ate for dinner. I was asleep.
Me, the non-fasting person had throughout the day, pizza, toast and cream cheese and blueberry preserves, a date, pizza…and no dinner yet.
As an adult, eating while everybody else was fasting has mostly felt forbidden. Well, yes it is forbidden but there are concessions but…I always feel so guilty getting myself stuff to eat. The kitchen always seems rather funereal and weighs heavily on you.
Anyway, check in tomorrow: “Did Lilandra fast or didn’t she?”
