I remember back in the days when I was younger I would argue, have tantrum attacks and even emotional breakdown when Hooyo and Aabo would say i can't fast because i was too young and it was worse when they'd say no for taaraweeh prayer.
I remember back when Ramadan was beyond the hunger and the amount of sambusas I'd get to devour at aftur.
I remember back when I'd start the countdown for Ramadan three to four months ahead.
I remember back when the whole family would pray each salaat together with Aabo leading us and taking this blessed month to share knowledge about Islam.
I remember back when I was a kid, I'd brag to everyone and everything that I was fasting and how much of a big girl I was now
I remember back when I used to help hooyo in the kitchen preparing suhoor and aftuur everyday. I also I remember failing at mimicking her actions and almost burning down the house.
I'm sure many of you had similar "Remember back when" experiences with fasting in your childhood, but I ask you now, why can't we make the best out of Ramadan in our teenage/adulthood as we used to back in our childhood?
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