YARP
Yeah, yeah. Basically, this is another Ramadhan post, just like Hani's, Pick Yin's Najah's, Zsarina's, Jordan's, Idlan's, Dina's, Ash's, oh, hell, who knows. You're a Muslim? You're fasting? Post lah your YARP, before they take away your blogger's license.
Funny thing is, I can never seem to connect to Najah's and Zsarina's blogs. They always time out on me. I wonder why.
Anyway. Ramadhan. That time of the year again. Hell, what do I put in for my YARP? We've had our obligatory musings, the occasional Qur'anic verse, tales of how converts deal with Ramadhan and what not. Personally, I like Dina's Ramadhan post best — this one doesn't count, it's too short. It reminds me that the puasa is not just a religious thing, but an essentially human thing, with all the stupidities and snobberies associated with it.
I know, I know. Not happy with something until I take it down. I'm not very sentimental at all, am I? Not really. Yes, I know the significance of Ramadhan, as well as the associated hikmah that Ramadhan is supposed to teach. But every time this month comes I am assaulted not by holiness, but by memory.
My past two Ramadhans have been easy, but completely lonely. This is the first time in two years where it feels like I am performing the ibadah as a member of a community, not as an isolated Muslim in a sea of unbelievers. I didn't hang around the Muslim community in London a lot, see.
I kept forgetting how social Ramadhan was, until I didn't have that buffer surrounding me. Alone, by myself, I was reminded how precarious my situation was, and it hurt. It rubbed my soul raw, in a sense, because I felt like I had no anchor — either with family or my fellow Muslim friends.
Not this time. Yesterday we ended up having buka puasa with some friends. Blew a fortune, but it was worth it. Tonight is more or less the same, except that I won't be blowing a fortune — the food will hopefully be free. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure this year I'll never be breaking fast alone. If I can help it, I never want to break fast alone again.
I'm glad I'm home.
posted by T-Boy at 7:39 AM
7 comments, with :
Very true, breaking fast alone is no fun at all. Happy fasting to you dude ;)
Cheers!!! :D
I adore you. You are very deep. Even though you tempt me to pat you on the head and pinch your cheeks a lot.
And you're the first to trackback me!
Breaking fast alone is not fun. Which is why I love Ramadhan in KL. Despite THOSE people who try to run down those buffets - I kind of like the spirit such event bring - togetherness and a whole lot of mushy whushy stuff for people who don't have the ability to cook!
We have to do a MakanSakan thing soon.
i tend to eat less when buka puasa alone. so, yes, we should do the makansakan thing so i can eat more.. >)
HANI: You're so weird. Deep? I thought I was being shallow.
Zsarina: I know! It's been weird. Streamyx sometimes refuses to let me connect to a certain number of sites, sometimes everything is hunky-dory.
Najah: Alah. People are barrelstoppers everywhere. I find that if I have to choose between missing home and my twerp countrymen, I prefer the latter over the former =)
Pick Yin: Yes, we need to do a MakanSakan thing. Broke, though X( Do you folks have any idea where you guys wanna go?
I was about to suggest a hotel or someplace comfortable (where we can eat, maghrib, eat, talk, eat ...), how long will you be broke for?
last year's puasa was very very lonely and this year will e even more painful. but as they say, if you can survive ramadhan, you can survive anything.
like this!
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