Today was the first day of Ramadan, and the beginning of the second Ramadan in which I am fasting (for the experience…I’m not Muslim!) Thankfully I only worked in the morning and so was able to rest in the afternoon, so hopefully tomorrow when I have to work until 5:30pm I won’t be so tired. As always, the feeling of my digestive system starting back up again after breaking the fast was wonderful, and each type of food I ate seemed like the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.
My coworker and some of her family. Maybe they’re not smiling because they just want to eat.
Last year I thought I would have trouble keeping myself from eating in the day, but Ramadan is like an alternate universe where food is not edible during daylight hours. I found that it was actually harder to get myself to eat lunch again after the month ended, and I even missed the feeling of joy you get from breaking the fast each evening. But happiness is fleeting, because I need to go to bed soon so that I can go to work tomorrow, but going to bed means that I have to start all over again! The first day is the hardest though, so I think I’ll get used to this soon. Tomorrow night I’ll stay later with my coworker so we can walk around and enjoy the freedom of nighttime. But before then, another long day! Ramadan kareem, and I hope everyone else who is fasting finds that there are enough hours in the night.