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Of chins and Ramadhan

It is now past the 10 day mark of the fasting month.

I take stock of what Ramadhan has meant to me so far.

So far, I am on my 5th Juz of the Quran, which makes my progress slow compared to what my parents are doing, which I'm sure is more than 1 juz a day. Note to self - need to spend time to read more Quran.

Alhamdulillah, I think I am lucky to be able to pray 2 raka'ats of tahajjud before Subuh, and 2 raka'ats of Taubah after Subuh almost every day. I know it isn't much compared to what so many of my brothers and sisters in Islam are doing to show their devotion to God, but I am doing what is manageable to me, and InshaAllah, God willing, I will be able to step up my 'amal more and more as we progress further. A very wise person once told me that the best way to achieve overall spirituality is not a heaped dose of 'amal, which fades as time goes by simply because it is difficult to maintain. The best way is to do what you can, and making sure you are comfortable doing it in the long run.

That is what I am trying to achieve this Ramadhan - continuity.

Also there is the matter of my chin... Before the fasting month it was on its way to shrinking, but after a week of fasting, it would seem that it wants to split itself into two again...Hmmm.. must be the odd eating hours...

awww shucks...

Comments

Cat-in-Sydney said…
Must the pure Christchurch air, mate, not the odd eating hours... I hope the people have shown you where the masjid is. It's near the Botanical Gardens. purrr....meow!
Ahmad said…
Hehehe..

Semoga Allah membantu anda!

Nah, it's not WHEN you eat, it's WHAT you eat HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Abdullah said…
Angie - Pure air shouldn't add to weight.. hahaha.. yeah, I've been to the mosque here. You seem to be well acquainted with CHC eh?

Justin - duuuude.. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
A t i Q a h said…
ramadan kareem sir. :)
Anonymous said…
salaam ramadan..
as for the splitting chins, there are always safety pins and clothes peg which can come in handy.. heheheh

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