Something I wrote early in Ramadhan some nine years ago in 1422: Not easy to establish a rhythm of denial. Some things don't change. I rather sensibly added, but good to face the challenge. And that too remains the case.
Sometimes, often, at this time of year I feel a strong sense of inadequacy at my lack of fibre. Even kids make the business of fasting look easier than I do. But then the sense of inadequacy is the whole point. It's not just being moved out of one's comfort zone; it's being left in the open with no such zone in sight.
Except it's not that bad, and there are many, too many, who face far, far worse. And it's a powerful experience being forced to appreciate that.
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