How Is It Feel Breaking Fast Now

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, it was such a happy time breaking fast. I gathered around with my families. My dad was great at cooking. I just said what I want to eat, he cooked it for me. When we heard Maghrib’s adhan, we made dua together. We were talking and laughing at one round table while eating.After breaking fast, we prayed together. My dad leads us in the prayer. It was a beautiful moment for me. It was such a great time. How can I go from that to breaking fast alone?I miss gathering around with my families during Ramadhan. It’s supposed to be a month where we spent a lot of time with our loved ones but unfortunately, I am far from my mom, my sister, and my little brother.My colleagues go home after work and they have their families waiting for them at h

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ome while I am coming to an empty home. It’s quiet. It’s Ramadhan and it feels lonely.I miss those moments. I want to brag about my dad’s cooking to my colleagues. I want to complain about how noisy it is when my mom and dad arguing about their cooking. I want to feel the peaceful moment of praying and making dua together. I miss the kiss on the cheeks after the prayer.It’s pretty ironic because last ten years I want to be an adult so badly. I want to go out living alone and have a job. Now that I have all of that, it’s not as happy as I pictured it before.If you are out there, still living with your families. Appreciate the moments because as cliche as it sounds, we can’t turn back time no matter how much we want.</article></body>

Versus, how was it feel before

It’s a beautiful day. I’m sitting comfortably in my room, watching the sun go down. It’s the time to break the fast for Muslims. I can’t fast today so I decided to write.

Time flies so fast. Ten years back, it was such a happy time breaking fast. I gathered around with my families. My dad was great at cooking. I just said what I want to eat, he cooked it for me. When we heard Maghrib’s adhan, we made dua together. We were talking and laughing at one round table while eating.

After breaking fast, we prayed together. My dad leads us in the prayer. It was a beautiful moment for me. It was such a great time. How can I go from that to breaking fast alone?

I miss gathering around with my families during Ramadhan. It’s supposed to be a month where we spent a lot of time with our loved ones but unfortunately, I am far from my mom, my sister, and my little brother.

My colleagues go home after work and they have their families waiting for them at home while I am coming to an empty home. It’s quiet. It’s Ramadhan and it feels lonely.

I miss those moments. I want to brag about my dad’s cooking to my colleagues. I want to complain about how noisy it is when my mom and dad arguing about their cooking. I want to feel the peaceful moment of praying and making dua together. I miss the kiss on the cheeks after the prayer.

It’s pretty ironic because last ten years I want to be an adult so badly. I want to go out living alone and have a job. Now that I have all of that, it’s not as happy as I pictured it before.

If you are out there, still living with your families. Appreciate the moments because as cliche as it sounds, we can’t turn back time no matter how much we want.