It’s Ramadan once again and the days are super, super long. 3:50 am to 8:20 pm kind of long. That’s about 17 hours of no food, no water. Sorry, rephrase: that’s 17 hours of no coffee, no snacks, no brownies, no iced teas…
Despite the heartbreak in my stomach, this is not what Ramadan is about. Ramadan is a beautiful time to exercise the much-weakened muscle of constraint and discipline, helping one refine these qualities in oneself for a 30 days marathon period.
Ramadan is also an opportunity to be appreciative of what one has through realizing all that is at our disposal – food anytime we want, water on every floor of where ever we are, and no worry of whether there will be food on our plates at night. The only worry is perhaps what we will have as our brains and stomachs are paralyzed with a plethora of choices.
Added to the mix for me is making sure Ramadan doesn’t become a numbers game for me as I monitor my blood sugar levels like an investor would the stock market. I don’ t have to fast, but because I feel like I can (all in a healthy and safe scope), I try. I also try because there is something so sweet about a challenge and conquering it. Again, that’s not what Ramadan is about. That’s an ego fix. That is me feeding my ego. That fasts too during Ramadan.
May your long days of fasting not be about hunger but about growth as a person. May you give, give, give and live up to the month of mercy.
And may your caffeine detox not take away from any of these things.
Happy Ramadan to you and yours