Life in Ramadan has now settled into a steady rhythm as we enter its final phase. The body has fully adapted to the fasting routine, and hunger no longer feels like a challenge. This sacred month, filled with countless blessings, holds immense significance for Muslims worldwide. As it gradually nears its end, a bittersweet feeling sets in—grateful for the time spent in worship yet wishing for a few more days of its spiritual essence.
Like every morning, my day began early before dawn. At around 4 AM, I performed ablution and prepared for Suhoor, the pre-dawn meal that must be completed within a specific time frame. Once done, I walked to the mosque for Fajr prayers. The tranquility of the morning, coupled with the serenity of prayer, made for a peaceful start to the day. Since my sleep had been short the previous night, I returned home afterward to get some rest.
Being Friday, my schedule was packed. Apart from work, I had to attend the congregational prayers at the revered shrine of Charar-e-Sharief, about 20 km away. Additionally, I needed to visit my soon-to-be sister-in-law’s house, which meant making a few arrangements beforehand so I could return home in time for Iftar.
I left home at around 9:45 AM and headed straight to the office, where I managed to wrap up my tasks by 1 PM. With my boss’s approval, I proceeded to a nearby town to gather the required items for my visit. However, my plans hit a roadblock as I found myself stuck in an extensive traffic jam caused by a convoy of vehicles heading toward the shrine for Friday prayers. Given the delay, I decided to offer my prayers at a grand mosque in Chadoora instead.
Afterward, I met up with my cousin in Chadoora’s marketplace and had an engaging conversation with Rajshree. It was around 3:30 PM when we gathered, making the most of our time together. While heading towards their place, I was captivated by the breathtaking sight of almond trees in full bloom across the Karawas of Nagam. The mesmerizing landscape compelled me to pause for a moment and capture the beauty through my camera lens.
Once done, I dropped my cousin off at his home before making my way back. By the time I reached, it was almost Iftar, so I hurriedly made the necessary preparations. Breaking the fast brought a much-needed sense of relief, and soon after, I joined the evening prayers at the mosque. Despite feeling slightly exhausted, I ensured I didn’t miss the special Taraweeh prayers before finally calling it a day.
Ramdan is almost over... Being far from family i always miss how it used to be with everyone in the family gathering at the time of Suhoor and Iftar, coming together, sharing the stories and food...
Yes, I can understand how it feels when one is far away from family because I have been through such experience for a few years. it’s always a pleasure to spend Ramadan with family, but sometimes we need to spend it being far away due to Some compulsions and obligations And as such, no doubt it comes in with more blessings.