This moment was bound to happen, where I would experience the fasting month away from home. Although I am a bit upset by the fact that I will not be with my family until 2 days before Hari Raya Aidilfitri, I feel blessed that I am able to spend Ramadhan here with my beloved comrades. At home, Mama would wake me up everyday for suhoor and my only purpose was to help set the table up while she cook. But here, the blinding rays from the lights that my roommates would turn on at 5 in the morning would be the call for me to prepare my own food. Then, I would get myself ready for class and my whole day would be filled up with doing assignments and school work. In the evening, going to the cafes and kiosks that we have here to buy food for break fast would be the activity that I look forward the most, I would gladly admit that is the climax of my day (LOL). Going for tarawih at the mosque is also one of my favorite activity in this holy month. Its already been a week into Ramadhan...
Living in college is really tough, but you can break the words if you used to it. For real, I never experienced lives far away from my family back then. There was a lot of questions in my mind especially when this fasting month comes and it was like- "Where do i have to get my food for 'sahur'? How earlier should I wake up to have some food ? How 'sahur' at cafe will be like ?" A night before the 1st Ramadhan's night, I did call my parents and asked them for everything. In my anxious condition, they calm me down and made me think positively. Then, the day (1st Ramadhan's) comes. I was fasting and felt good, trough all day with goods, met friends and had a quality time together. Im not that too hungry and felt thirsty due to my hectic schedule. All the homeworks and assignments made me forget that feels. Afterwards, when the sun was getting set, we all rushed to find and buy food. As that was the first, I was quit...