RHN
02-10-2006, 06:14 PM
The alarm rings. One eye opens and as you reach for the alarm clock to switch off the ringing, your eye catches a glimpse of the time: 8:30am. Why is it that all the motivation you had the night before disappears the minute that alarm clock rings. You drag yourself to get dressed, and hope you make in time for calculus, MIS or accounting. Driving to university you realize how thirsty you are, you grab the bottle of water then realize its Ramadan.
“BEEEEEEP” you hear suddenly, and press the breaks. All hell breaks loose as every unimaginable curse words come to mind. Once again you realize its Ramadan, you look the other way, accelerate and smile at the driver. Your thoughts will not conquer you this month.
You enter the class and the professor’s hyper “Good Morning” makes you enter the next phase of your awake state. You drag your self to your seat, open your laptop, check your e-mail and your eyes start to close slowly. “Class is over, don’t forget the assignment is due next class” the phrase that awakens you, ringing in your head like the alarm clock earlier this morning.
Getting out of class you try to find the first empty couch that comes your way, they all seem to be occupied by napping students, I guess the floor of the study room will make do for now.
The Athan wakes you up and you realize you have to go pray ‘thuhur’ as you pray jama’a with the others you realize all the things you want to ask Allah for: passing that test, guidance in that situation, and health for you and your family. A sudden relief overcomes you and you’re ready to do some work.
Three classes have passed its now 4:30pm, time to go home. Racing maniacs on the tight roads, I must be patient after all this isn’t like any other month. As you enter your house and get ready to break your fast you see the kids running around, your mother asking you to eat, your father indulging in his meal. “May Allah accept my fast.”
Indeed this month is different. I may be a little bit lazier than usual, a little slower, but it’s the little things that count. The patience, the spiritual aura, the family gatherings.
“BEEEEEEP” you hear suddenly, and press the breaks. All hell breaks loose as every unimaginable curse words come to mind. Once again you realize its Ramadan, you look the other way, accelerate and smile at the driver. Your thoughts will not conquer you this month.
You enter the class and the professor’s hyper “Good Morning” makes you enter the next phase of your awake state. You drag your self to your seat, open your laptop, check your e-mail and your eyes start to close slowly. “Class is over, don’t forget the assignment is due next class” the phrase that awakens you, ringing in your head like the alarm clock earlier this morning.
Getting out of class you try to find the first empty couch that comes your way, they all seem to be occupied by napping students, I guess the floor of the study room will make do for now.
The Athan wakes you up and you realize you have to go pray ‘thuhur’ as you pray jama’a with the others you realize all the things you want to ask Allah for: passing that test, guidance in that situation, and health for you and your family. A sudden relief overcomes you and you’re ready to do some work.
Three classes have passed its now 4:30pm, time to go home. Racing maniacs on the tight roads, I must be patient after all this isn’t like any other month. As you enter your house and get ready to break your fast you see the kids running around, your mother asking you to eat, your father indulging in his meal. “May Allah accept my fast.”
Indeed this month is different. I may be a little bit lazier than usual, a little slower, but it’s the little things that count. The patience, the spiritual aura, the family gatherings.