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It’s the seventh day of Ramadan, a week after entering a holy month. A week that reminds me of what happened to me from last year, last two years or even 10 years ago. I might not remember everything but the vibes and memories comes from Ramadan makes me so many things.
I started my teen years in a boarding school so I spent a lot of time with my friends rather than my family. In this case, fasting month. Waking up for sahoor with them, being hungry and tired together, tadarus every evening eventho very sleepy, iftar with loads of food and drinks, moreh instead of prep time (: ahh, what a good thing to be remembered. 5 years in boarding schools, I can say that I’m the one that consistently waking up for sahoor, tho not 100% but at least I woke up and drink a little. At some moments I even packed food from the dining hall and fed my friends, woke them up and just push the spoon into their mouth 😂 it’s such a joyful moments.
Even in matriculation, my roommate woke me up and the least we ate was a kurma, drink a bit and go back to sleep. Can’t be helped since we always stayed up to finish the assessments (lab reports and tutorial because the schedule was hectic). One of my roommate has gastric so I always accompanied her to buy food and iftar with her. The most memorable moment during Ramadan was my phone broke and I had to use the old phone instead the smartphone. Luckily my close friends as well as my classmates were my neighbors, so they can tell me anything I need to know. It was only a month after the entrance but I had to use the old ones so it’s pretty inconvenient for me. Had to troubled my friends because I keep coming at them and asking about the updates ): the saddest part is I have to use it until the end of matriculation 💔
Then, talk about my degree, the most recent moments of my life. I often think about this and that, maybe I just miss the vibes around there. From the first year to the fourth year, it was kinda hectic since ramadan is the month where we need to study our hardest and finished off all the assessments (reports, assignments, projects, presentations, tutorials, classes) and then, comes the study week and final exam. Our final exam were always during ramadan so that we would have our semester break right after Eid, and we could enjoy the time. It was hard back then but we enjoyed the most I guess. Sometimes we would stayed up so that we can have sahoor and sleep right after Subuh, and wake up before the exam. Sometimes we went to iftar at masjid, so all of us share the same plate (talam) for 4-5 people each. Sometimes we just bought things that caught our eyes and iftar in our own room and then got lazy because we were too full. Sometimes we rushed to go to teraweh because we wanted the best spot (air cond) and to avoid getting sleepy hahahah but we still ended up sleepy all the time
I spent most of my teenage days with my friends, and even after being the so-called-young-adult, I still spent it with my family, far from my family. So there’s not really memories of Ramadan with em but now, I’ll take every chance I have to experience it especially with my parents. My parents still waking up early to cook for sahoor but for iftar, I’m in charge of it hehe proud daughter here.
Anyways, it’s getting too long and I might say stuff about years ago again and again. Good or bad memories, it’s part of my life and to be honest, I’d like to go back to that moments so I can appreciate it better. Brb, Salam Ramadan!
(So lazy that I don’t do proofreading)
