Oh, it was a great journey observing Ramadan for the first time. This has been one of the most self-reflective, peaceful and appreciative experiences in my life. But I’d be lying if I said it was only that and a bag of chips.
Although the fasting came relatively easy, the last few days took a toll on my sleep, appetite and self-control. I’ve had a love/hate relationship in the past with discipline. But this experience has taught me something different about discipline – something to bring me back to Earth.
Approximately three to four years ago, I contemplated on fasting for a few days or a week or two. I felt I was spiritually motivated enough, but mentally and physically I wasn’t. I was too concerned about how I would go about my day, how much weight I would loose, and what pleasure i’d have to give up. Thinking back, if these factors affected my decision, then I definitely was not even spiritually ready.
Ramadan came at the right time in my life. I thought I’d only do about three to five days, but I soon realized that I would be denying myself from an experience that would not only facilitate and provide growth in every aspect of my life, but one that allowed me to open up to a culture/religion that I really knew nothing about. And it placed truly meaningful souls in my path that I will now cherish forever.
On the last day of Ramadan, I experienced bitter/sweet emotions. I can honestly say that this has been one of very few things I have accomplished in my twenty some odd years. There’s this feeling of elation, cleansing and gratefulness that overcame me on that last day. I must admit that I cried as I prayed my last prayer that night. My soul was renewed. I fulfilled a commitment that would change my life for the better. I’ve learned many things on this holy month of Ramadan, and I regret not one second of it!
This has been my first of many to come. I am so thankful for those souls who sent me positive energy and supported my journey, both near and far. It’s meant the world to me.