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My Ramadan Story ๐ŸŒ™

Ramadan has been the most looked forward month of my life since I remember it ๐ŸŒŸ. Belonging from the Bohra community, it fills up your daysโ˜€๏ธ and your nights ๐ŸŒ so much that you are all consumed. This month is so busy that most of the time you are just catching up, and so fulfilling.

Since before I was big enough to pray or fast, each day an hour before Maghreb, we were dressed up and taken to the Masjid ๐Ÿ•Œ With my own small Janamaz , a bag with some water, some fried snacks ๐ŸฅŸand a tazbeeh. We were made to sit with my cousins and other small children under 12. Our time was spent chatting and laughing while taking care not to spoil our clean clothes, waiting patiently for the “Allah o Akbar” of the Maghreb azaan๐Ÿ”Š. With the strong belief that there should be no talking during the azaan,ย  silence fell in the children’s block. Once namaz started we pretended to pray, those who were still young enough to not know how to.

The real tradition began as soon as the Maghreb namaz finished. We solmenly opened our iftar boxes๐Ÿ— and passed around the fried kebabs while all the time tasting other peoples goodies๐Ÿก. Till it lasted. Every tiny morsel was consumed, the nice ones praised, the spicy ones critiqued. If you were looking for new friendships- now was the time, you got up from your place and offered your choicest kebab. Aage Allah ki marzi.

Chai โ˜•๏ธ was served immediately afterwards, young boys who volunteered filled the halls, with the sounds of “beethi jao” (sit down in gujrati) since the tea was hot. It was the start to my long lasting love for masjid ki chai- slow cooked on a daigh. Once you gulped it down, it was almost time for Isha namaz and the moment it ended we would run out๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ of the Masjid complex to the Jamaat khana (the community hall) where we sat in circles and waited for our moms.

While the moms prayed away, we played “Miss mary”, “I sent a letter” and “cham cham” amongst many other games passed on to us by older cousins who now had joined our moms for adult praying.

Dinner was a thaal ( a big round tray around which 8 people sit) full of yummy food, starting out with a halwa or a custard, followed by a baked savoury, naan gosht and biryani, soup and salad ๐Ÿฅ— . Once done, we washed our hands and walked back home. Hand in hand with our friends, excited to meet the next day.

All 30 days were filled with the same chitter chatter, traditions and Allah o Akbar till Eid arrived๐ŸŽ†. As I grew up, namaz times became a bit more solemn, chatter pre-namaz reduced due to parched tongues but the excitement and vigor was the same, till this day.

Things have changed a lot, now I have two kids ๐Ÿ‘ถ to dress up before we leave, pack their bags with chips, water, coloring books & some toys. I have to make sure I look like an adult, all crisp and poised. And spend the chatter time reciting Quran. I miss my sisters and my cousins who were an integral part of my childhood Ramadan, but I have made some friends and we enjoy having adult discussions while the children tug at us.

That is what the blessed month embodies for me, Rozah, Namaz, Quran, Duas, meeting friends, giving out gifts and the lovely food in our community halls. I’m so grateful for all of it.

What is your #ramadanstory share it, lets know more about each other and spread love and tolerance this Ramadan.

This post is part of the UAE Mom Bloggers Blog Hop for Ramadan.

Do check out other posts from our talented bloggers:

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My Ramadan Story – The Archi Effect
My Ramadan Favorites – Thoughts Over Chai
Ramadan Learning Game Printable – Sand In My Toes
Ramadan Printables (Set of 5) – Mummy On My Mind
Tips for a Green Ramadan – Sustainability Tribe
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14 thoughts on “My Ramadan Story ๐ŸŒ™

  1. Ramadan is undeniably the best time of every year. Thanks for sharing such warm and colorful memories of Ramadan. I can almost taste, smell and hear the buzz during the magical time of iftar through your writing ๐Ÿ˜.

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  2. Thank you for sharing your lovely memories about ramadan for me being born and brought up in uae I have memories of visiting the museum every ramadan there would use the canon to break the fast followed by accompanying my uncle who sat down along with all his co workers/friends and break their fast sitting together.

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  3. such a beautiful and connecting kind of story, I remember mama waking us up wayyyy before the sehri saying azan hogye hai and khana kha lo, neche aker nothing lol! and now as a mum I HAVE to wake up first to get everything ready..

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  4. You have shared some beautiful memories! I didn’t grow up in a joint family, but Ramadan was always a special time to enjoy all the goodies at Iftar.

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