Is it worth getting up for Sehri?
This is the first time I’ve genuinely been this hungry.
Running before sunset is one of the best feelings. The sky is a reverie of feverish pink and yellow and the moon hovers above me as I run, like a sort of hemi-halo. That first sip of water afterwards feels like ambrosia nectar coursing down a raspy throat.
I wonder about people who continue the practices they start in Ramadan. I don’t mean the fasting but the other things like no swearing or backbiting and the greater family orientatedness. Surely we we’d want these qualities forever and not just a month a year.