18 Ramadhan 1431
The curtains have disappeared from the front room windows. The sofa sits naked, minus its covers. And biscuit trays line the table. The missus is cleaning everything in sight and even I helped out with a spot of vacuuming today.
It's not exactly celebration in the air, but the promise thereof. The month's most explicit, and simple, reward. And wholly welcome.
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