Fasting

Ramadan is here and I fasted for seven straight days. Really, I am not bragging. Because, well I couldn't fast for the past two days because I lost two and a half pounds.
Fasting is a tedious thing. It's more than challenging and keeps your plate pretty full--ironically. Your stomach muscles shrink leaving you with this antagonizing subtle plain all day long. It feels like your stomach is glued to your back--your ribs. Thirst is even harder to deal with. It's a constant pain, it feels like sanding paper against your tongue, your throat and down to your lungs. You just can't get that feeling out of your body. You are constantly counting down the hours you can start eating and drinking again, but surprise, surprise, when you can actually eat, you actually don't have the appetite to eat. You go on starving for the rest of the week until you start getting used to eating one meal and then constantly snacking until sun rise.
It was extremely challenging to work through the Park Ave. Festival and also to Fast at the same time. It was humid, extremely hot, extremely busy and beyond tense that I cannot properly describe it. But I am proud of myself that I didn't cave in and broke my fast.
However, when fasting, everything is ready to blow up, you're a fuse box that has blown up and relooking to blow up again...easily agitated and you're in an irritable mood. It's hard to live up to the expectations listed in the Qur'an when you're fasting, like cleaning your heart, mind and soul so you can become not only a better Muslim, but also a better person. Become kinder, learn to forgive and understand, reconcile and keep your temper in check, your violence and the desires of the selfish, humanly anchored thoughts into the worldly principles.