I miss Ramadan.
I miss everything about it.
I miss waking up early when it’s still dark and quiet outside.
I miss the simple joy of making Suhoor… keeping the meal light yet bringing in some variation from one day to another.
I miss listening to the Fajr adhaan at the awwal time and praying there and then!
I miss the carefree nap after Fajr while morning light began to filter in through the curtains.
I miss the sound of Qur’an being recited by several people at home.
I miss not having to care about food or water during the day, doing other activities instead.
I miss the special foods I’d look forward to making for Iftaar – and especially to focus on keeping it light and healthy.
I miss the fun of sending special Iftaar foods to our neighbors and then receiving their own traditional dishes in return!
I miss the last few moments before Iftaar when I enjoyed making my most precious dua’s!
I miss the joy of biting into a succulent date at the call of the Maghrib adhaan.
I miss how awesome water tasted at Iftaar, more than at any other time of the day.
I miss watching the live Taraweeh transmission from Madinah and Makkah.
I miss the satisfaction of having prayed all twenty Rak’ah with the Imam in Taraweeh, during the nights that I was able to go for it.
I miss listening to the awesome dua’s made my Imams at the end of Taraweeh!
I miss crying during my dua’s.
I miss staying up all night during the odd-nights of the last ten days.
I miss the pleasure of giving Sadaqah while fasting.
I miss the wholesome joy of Eid.
I miss how Ramadan made me feel.
Now that it’s gone, I can only hope and pray that I am able to witness it again. Insha’Allah.
I miss Ramadan.