We woke up at 3:00 am for Suhur , which is a predawn meal in Ramadan , prayed , and read few chapters from Quran then all retreated to their rooms to take a rest. It was 5:00 am when it started drizzling. I was sitting at my desk staring at my notebook trying to write something but to no avail , my heart ‘s whispers wouldn’t come . I guess I have writer’s block . My spiral notebook is in a mess , it was a gift from my twin brother and I have to piece together its pages before he sees that . I love spiral notebooks but I fail to keep them one piece . It’s like I have a graveyard of notebooks.The house was so quiet .Crowing of roosters was overwhelming the serene horizon perfumed with drizzle beads . I jumped from my seat and headed towards the French window and opened it to greet the morning rain . I smiled at the sky that was studded with generous grey clouds . Deep down I know that Mika’el the angel of rain was soothing the heat of the earth by bathing its summer breeze before muslims start their fourth day of fasting by the command of Allah .We fast 14 hours a day in my home country . We abstain from eating and drinking from dawn to dusk and they’re very precious moments that a muslim treasures and the joy of breaking fast is unrivalled . Everything about Ramadan is rewarding , so is the feeling it creates within us ,that of gratefulness for being a muslim .When the sun goes down indicating time to break our fast , with the very first sip of water a fathomable but intangible feeling overwhelms me . A feeling that I know where it comes from but words can’t describe it . A feeling that makes my soul recite merely “there is no God but Allah ” .
Written by arabian roses