Ramadhan had always been a month that was anticipated by many Muslims. It's the time of the month where we spend the most time with people that were dear and near to us. With God, family, friends and fellow Muslims.
My mum invited her foreign students on Saturday and Sunday for iftar (buka puasa/breaking fast in Arabic) at our home and students from all over came. Turkey, Gambia, Afghanistan, Mauritius, Uzbekistan, India, you name it, they were there.
And yesterday the Turkish community in KL invited my family over for iftar at the Legend Hotel where they had this programme about Ramadhan and stuff. It made me realize that fasting was just more than depriving oneself from food, drinks and carnal desires. It was also about learning the meaning of hardship and starvation that the less fortunate went through everyday.
The iftars that I had had been pleasant. It showed that Islam was all about brotherhood and meeting each other's needs too. We might have different skin colours, traditional beliefs and nationalities but deep inside we're all the same.
We're like one big family who stands on the same common ground and being the servants of Allah.