My fourth day of fasting. Think I finally found my groove and am now in the spirit of the holy month. A few days before I still linger in front of the pantry looking for snacks in the middle of the day.
Sixth year of fasting overseas. I'm not fazed anymore. Nor do I feel real longing to fast back home. I miss it. Not the bazaar or the food, or the atmosphere. But the people. To break fast, sahur and terawikh with my family. That is all I miss.
Still a lot of things to improve myself on this Ramadhan. Hopefully I'll be less lazy with studies as well as 'ibadat'. And to not be too driven by emotions and to be clear headed. May this month bring out the best in all of us and hope that the habit stays even after it ends.
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