A community blog for sharing our personal Ramadan experiences.

The Perks of Cairo, and The Mysterious River

by Abdel Rahman Elsayed Morsey

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“Jazak Allahu Khairan!” I said to the stranger as he generously offered juice and dates through the car window.

It was time for iftar, and we were still on the streets of Cairo – a little late for iftar. This was my third time on streets of Cairo during the time for iftar, and each time a generous stranger managed to find me and hand me something to break my fast with. SubhanAllah.
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Revive and Retire, a Morning in the Masjid

by Usman

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I look up at the ceiling, trying to adjust my eyes as I regain consciousness. I roll on my shoulder to check the time on my cellphone – two hours until Fajr. It’s cold in here. I wipe my mouth and look around, trying to find my bearings. There’s a sand coloured curtain pulled around me, swaying over the green carpet. Privacy in this state of grogginess is a welcome relief.

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Blessings of Ramadan

by Sister Shabu

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For the first time this month, there is nothing on the table in time for iftaar. Just five minutes left, and my younger brother is staring at me with disbelief. “Baji, it’s not funny anymore,” he says in his most exasperated tone. He can’t wrap his head around the fact that we’re just having plain old dinner tonight.
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TGIF, Alhamdulillah!

by Umm Rajiya

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Little Musa’s wailing froze us dead in our tracks. The three-year old toddler who moments ago was frantically running around and giggling in his game of hide and seek with baby Maryam was now standing still, hands outstretched, eyes winced shut, wailing hysterically with dark, thick liquid dribbling out of his mouth. The entire iftaar party fell silent.
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My favourite things about Ramadan

by N F

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The mango pulp and chickpea cans were nowhere to be found in the grocery store. I was out shopping for iftaar this afternoon and couldn’t find a single can of either one of these items.
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Yasmin

by Ayman Nadeem

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The lines meander, bend into bold curves before intersecting with precision against the gradient; the soft hues in the background imitate the gradation of a sunrise I await. The clock hastens its beat, as though attaching itself to the frantic ticking of my thoughts. Its hands extend toward the numerals; 3:46 AM…
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Ramadan of the Pharaohs

by Omar

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Guuuuh. How did I get here? Oh snap, It’s 10 AM! What happened?!

A thick fog of sleep blocks my thoughts as I try to regain consciousness. Slowly, the murky haze lifts and I recall what happened last night.
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Miracles

by Saba Umer

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“We task not any soul beyond its scope” (Holy Quran 23:62) I was 11 years old when I first read this verse from the Quran. At the time I was struggling through Pickthall’s English translation, trying to decipher his advanced …
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Journey of a Heart

by Fawzy Manaa

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Before it even started, I knew this Ramadan would be a special one. Because I would not be in school or on co-op for most of the month, the anticipation leading up to the month was high. The real advantage …
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Real Jewellery

by Em Jay

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My eleventh day of Ramadan began on the highway. Ahead of me was an all too familiar sea of brake lights. “Wake up. Its time.” I poked my sister as she was curled up on the reclined passenger seat beside me.
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Produced to Crush Aspirations, Totally

by Harris Yousuf Khan

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“Bro, wake up. I’m only gonna tell you once!” yelled my brother. I let out some sort of animalistic grunt, rolled out of bed, and checked the time. 4:15 am. 4 hours till it began. What is “it”, you might ask? “It” is the most devastating obstacle known to pre-pharmacy students, the PCAT.
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Fighting Fatigue

by Sumaiya Tasneem

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Two and a half hours after the morning prayer – and after a series of weak “5 more minutes, I promise I’ll wake up” resolutions – I fight the fatigue and peel myself off bed to get ready for work. …
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The Fellowship

by Sharjeel Sohail

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“Braather”, I say to the sleeping Turk, “30 minutes”. He blinks a few times and is up. The Tajik next to him is feigning sleep, staring out of the darkness at me with large glowing eyes. Then he smiles, ear to ear.
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It All Works Out in the End

by Maria Arshad

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As I feel the days of Ramadan scurry on by, I find myself in search of dates to break my fast at the Kitchener Masjid potluck iftar. As I look around, I am amazed at the number of people who have come out to this masjid housed in a former warehouse that finally paid itself off the day before. In a way, I feel the excitement in the air and think of it more as a celebratory gathering, irrespective of the fact that there was no sign of general celebration activities you would otherwise expect to see.
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From Pie, With Love

by Raneem Al-Halimi

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Conscience: Are you serious? You’re going to eat that?

Me: Of course! I worked twelve hours yesterday preparing iftaar for the guests! I deserve some dessert dammit!

Conscience: Not at 4:20 AM you don’t!
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Nineteen

by Zohair Anwar

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The calendar date begins in the back seat of a car on my way home from taraweeh. As I exit the car, I sleepily say Salam to my leaving friend and enter my building. I go into the elevator thinking about how tired I am, and how much I miss my bed. Instead I was faced with this: “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Zohair!”
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My New Ibaadah Workout Plan

by Aatif

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I was pumped for my first fast, I even woke up chipper and everything! However, as the day went on, my enthusiasm took a beating by the annual viral barrage of arguments that accompany the beginning of Ramadan due to the difference of opinion on the sighting of the moon. Well … here we are. No matter which day it is, I’m fasting today and I can’t wait!
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Ma’am, are you lost? Can I help you with something?

by Fatima Ahmed

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“Ma’am, are you lost? Can I help you with something?” one of the Walmart staff asked me. I understand why he asks me this. I’ve been walking around the produce section for the past 1.5 hours. I try to explain to him, and my insecurity becomes much more evident than I had hoped: “I just don’t know how to cook.” He looks at me, trying to figure out what I mean or how to respond.
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Making Friends with Salad

by Towfiqa Yasmeen

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I awoke for the first suhoor of Ramadan bright-eyed and ready to take on the world. I had just started preparing suhoor for me and my brother when I realized that a) he wasn’t cranky this morning, and b) the chicken needed more garlic and salt. With that mental note made I proceeded to make my salad. That’s right: salad!
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