The first day, I woke up to eat Suhoor. I did not really know how to fast, as it was the first time I was doing it. I did not really know what to eat. I had taken a look at blog posts and read books about Ramadan, in order to get an idea.
I had bread, fruits, dates and a tea. It was four in the morning. My husband did not wake up with me. But if I remember well, he did have his last meal around 2 o’clock, when he came back home, while I was fast asleep.
After having eaten this, I prayed (my way) and went back to bed.
We did not fast long together. Before I knew it, he was back to work, and I was left alone. Nobody thought of inviting me really. And who could have really known that I was fasting anyway.
I wasn’t sure about saying out loud that I was fasting. People were already surprised when I said that I was getting married, and even more when they realized that I had kept my relationship quite secret for more than 2 years. But they guessed obviously.
They did not make any bad comment and this really helped me. They were quite interested by my motivation, what fasting meant to me or how I was handling not to eat and drink for 17 hours.
I have to say not drinking was pretty hard. What was good is that I was in Ireland. And in Ireland summer is not too hot.
I would use lunch time to walk in nature, pray and read books, notes about Islam, about religions in general; reflect on the things I was learning.
The first day, we had Iftar at our friend’s home. Every Ramadan, they would gather everybody around their table. To be true, I was not starving and I did not recall myself jumping on food, as if I hadn’t eaten for months. I recall taking the time to eat, to value the food I was putting into my mouth.
But being horrified by the amount of food being cooked, half of it being put in the bin. And by men running outside to light a cigarette, without even waiting that others had finished their meal.
Till next time…