It’s the evening of March 20, the final day of Ramadan. The sky looks the same, the streets feel normal, but inside, something feels different. There’s a quiet sadness sitting in my chest.
In a few minutes, it will be the last iftar of this Ramadan, around 6:25 PM. And just like that, the month will end.
Tonight is Moon Night — the night people wait for with excitement. The moon will be sighted, and tomorrow will be Eid. Everyone seems happy… and I am too, but not completely.
I Could Only Keep One Fast
This Ramadan didn’t go the way I thought it would.
I kept only one fast.
The truth is simple — I can’t handle hunger well. After that one fast, the next day felt unbearable. My body had no energy, and my legs felt weak, like they wouldn’t support me properly.
Ramadan has a tough routine:
- Waking up at 3 AM for Sehri
- Staying hungry and thirsty the whole day
- Waiting for Iftar in the evening
For many people, this routine builds strength. For me, it felt like something my body refused to accept.
Still, deep in my heart, I hope Allah accepts that one fast. Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was real.
The Women in My Family Are Stronger Than Me
When I look at myself, I also look at my mother.
She didn’t miss a single fast.
No excuses. No complaints.
She is a very pious and strong woman. Watching her every year makes me realize how much patience a person can have.
And then there is my grandmother.
My mother once told me stories about her — stories that are hard to even imagine.
She used to work all day, even while fasting. Sometimes she had severe headaches, and instead of resting, she would take a couple of paracetamol tablets and continue working on an empty stomach.
She made earthen pots with her hands. Not easy work. Her hands would sometimes bleed, and that blood would mix with the clay. Still, she kept working.
And she kept fasting.
When I think about that, I feel small… but also inspired.
Regret… But Also Relief
I won’t pretend — I feel bad.
I wish I had kept all the fasts. I wish I had more strength.
But at the same time, I feel a strange kind of relief too… because tomorrow is Eid.
Maybe that’s human nature — feeling guilty and happy at the same time.
Eid Preparations and a Funny Haircut
Today didn’t just feel emotional — it also had its fun moments.
I asked my wife to cut my hair for Eid. I’ve been teaching her, and now she’s actually gotten pretty good at it.
This time, she gave me a nice haircut… but accidentally shaved off a big chunk of hair near my temple.
At first, I was shocked.
Then I laughed.
Now when I look in the mirror, it still looks funny — but I don’t mind. It’s one of those small moments that turn into memories.
Market, Sweets, and Traditions
Later, we went to the market.
The place was full of life — lights, आवाजیں, people rushing, बच्चों की खुशी — everything felt alive.
We bought ingredients for sweet vermicelli (Sheer Khurma), which is a must in every Pakistani home on Eid morning.
Along with that, we got:
- Sweets
- Cold drinks
- Some small items for celebration
Simple things… but they bring real happiness.
A Small Prayer Before Eid
Now, as Ramadan ends, I sit with my thoughts.
I don’t have a perfect record. I didn’t do everything right.
But I still hope.
I hope that Allah looks at my intention, not just my actions.
I hope He forgives what I couldn’t do.
And I hope He gives me strength for the next Ramadan.
And for you — whoever is reading this —
I hope tomorrow brings peace into your life.
Eid Mubarak
Not everything has to be perfect to be meaningful.
Sometimes, even one honest effort is enough.
✨ Eid Mubarak. May your tomorrow be lighter than today.