Madam Rant'Alot

This Ramadan'ing spirit has faded already.


I became a recluse all day. And I found little solace in the comforting words of others. I don't think I make a very good 'Saima' (arabic for 'fasting woman'). First complaint.

Suhoor and fajr was complete by 4am; water was the key to staying alive. That and cereal. I think it's unnecessary for people to spend the previous evening cooking for a ten minute breakfast. Second complaint.


I muttered against the daily news reports of obesity levels this, presidential speeches there, and political party's corruption that, and took to praying and dhikr. Alone. Third complaint.

Ah! Subhan'Allah. I bear witness that there is no more refreshing and sweeter taste than that produced from salat. It cools the mind down, sets disorder back into balance and reassures our minds 'chill, there are greater trials ahead, you can do this, remember Allah for creating you out of clay and giving you this simple but complicated life'. I change my tune then don't I? - Alhamdulillah for every moment spent in the remembrance of Allah. Well, I change it for a while.


For the second fast I made strong Ramadan Resolutions:

1) Curse less - I have a colourful language that I know for sure isn't halal for the tongue.

2) Anger management - things just make me mad. Not trivial things, but universal, anti-humanity, environmental and prejudiced things.

3) Patience with Allah's masterplans - I admit, sometimes Allah tests me more when I'm weaker and I know He is. Instead of rising up to and passing those challenges the "I can't change things" attitude comes forward and giving in becomes easier.

4) Show more compassion towards people, especially the evil neighbours - we get along well but the married couple down the driveway have it in for me. I know this because they accused me of driving 'too much' down our shared driveway, 'spoiling the aesthetic' by cutting the trees in my own garden and other pathetic rants. For the love of - ! Fourth complaint.

I shall now on not ignore them or ask Allah to kill their cat. In fact, I'm making ramadan cards that I'm certain they'll appreciate insha'Allah.

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So, the fast began cloudy and the storm's still thundering. I found 3 seconds of funny time in someone's message 'Ramadan Cream to you!' (instead of the usual 'Kareem'). I know, I complained. A lot. Like I said, not a good, constructive, positive fast. Maybe insha'Allah tomorrow I'll see the light and find inner peace, sakoon, contentment and balance. Yeah, right...

So ends Day 2 of Ramadan'ing. (the full MIE post is here)

By: The Misanthrope Zaufishan, brought to you by Ramadan Cream
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