This is a different fasting month for me because working 8-8 shift hours means I am still at the office by the breaking of fast time. So, yesterday was my first ever breaking fast at the office or at any workplace.......in my life.....ever!
How was it then? Horrible. It was the worst Ramadan day I ever felt.
Breaking fast has always been a sort of celebratory affair for many of us and certainly for me. No family. Only a bunch of exhausted colleagues. The thing is, the best part about breaking fast is the build-up to it among which includes preparing the food, laying out the table, counting the seconds by the clock on the wall and the variety of TV shows chronicling the lives of other Muslims especially the less fortunate around the world. It isn't really about the food but being together and sharing with the people who matter to you and knowing that millions around the world are doing the same too.
So, tonight, I'm just going to go back to old ways in the Middle East many centuries ago. Breaking fast with dates and a sweet cordial drink (since I don't have milk with me). Then, off to my prayers. That's better than having to queue up at the canteen with hordes of production operation girls 'fighting' for the best food we can get.
Maybe this is the real spirit of Ramadan that the Almighty wants me to learn after more than 3 decades of living. Moderation. Moderation. Moderation.
hahaha.. pitty of you.i'm enjoying berbuka puasa among my colleague at workplace. plenty of foods & do not worries what do you want to eat. just select & choose. dnt complaint and be thankful to Allah after breaking fast.
ReplyDeleteHey. Eating in a hotel and eating at the factory canteen are like two different worlds my friend. Today, I had to eat on my own surrounded by a group of new Indonesian girls. The one in front of me was very friendly and asked why I was alone. What a nice girl :-)
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