13 Ramadhan, 1444
Almost two weeks gone of the fasting month. And it's almost routine. Almost. But it never really is.
Case in point: I've been happily napping in the afternoon pretty much everyday - usually waking about an hour prior to breaking the fast. But today I was just too busy to even think of dozing for just five minutes. The odd thing was that it felt good to keep going and stay alert.
Even after years of observing the fast there's always something that surprises; sometimes something new; often something forgotten that comes alive again.
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