The End

It’s possibly the last day of Ramadan today. For the first time in years….I felt sad. It feels like a comforting friend is moving away. It will be a long time until we meet again.

This year, I tried to fast again. And I fell quite ill. I took the time to recover. And consciously kept myself aware of what I was praying for. I kept my mind in check as I stood in front of Him. And I just spoke to Him. I poured my heart out. So many things have been going on for the past few months. And now I am so so sooo tired. But I haven’t lost hope. And I haven’t lost faith.

I am trying to fix myself. And because He can see this, He will make things better for me. He will only give me what I can put up with. He loves me more than my mother. Just stop and think about this for a second. If He loves me more than my mother, then why will He not fix everything? He will turn everything around. I just have to be patient. I need to keep speaking to Him. This is what we stop doing after Ramadan. We forget about the bond we created during this holy month. It’s not difficult to keep going. Just keep going. And it will be alright!