A Ramadan to Remember

This was certainly a Ramadan to remember.

Not because we were in the midst of a pandemic

Not because the mosques were closed and I couldn’t join my community in congregational prayers every night

Not because I missed out, and indeed I did miss out, on the widespread sense of peace and calmness I felt through smiles and hugs from my favorite brothers

It was a Ramadan to remember because I learned how determined my 11 year old daughter is as she fasted every single day

Because I spent more time in the kitchen creating different dishes with my kids

Because I spent every night in prayer, pouring my heart out and strengthening my own personal connection with God.

Don’t get me wrong. This is not to say that the way things were this year is better. To the contrary, it was tough, lonely and hard. I’d go back to the way things used to be in a heartbeat.

But I choose to remember all the good that came from it and pray that I emerge from it a better person.

May Allah accept all of our deeds and may we all come out of it stronger, more pious, more socially conscious, more justice oriented and more generous.

God bless you all in this blessed last day of Ramadan.

Eid Mubarak