Today is the nineteenth February of the English month, the first day of the month of Ramadan, the first Ramadan. We are spending the first hour of the first Ramadan, there is a strange peace in the air, the Muslim people have just finished the first Sahri and performed the Fajr prayer.
I am now in my hostel, having finished my first Sahri of the year alone in my small room. Actually, I regret being away from my family every day, but this month of Ramadan, that regret turns into suffering. Life is like this, we have to live it like this.
There is a mosque right in front of my hostel. Today, after Fajr, I could hear the voices of ten or eleven year old children, I could hear boys who had just entered adulthood,I understand that everyone goes to the mosque to pray the Fajr prayer. At other times, only older people usually go to the mosque to pray the Fajr prayer, but during the month of Ramadan, the picture changes, and the crowd of people of all ages in the mosque increases.
And seeing this situation, it seems more and more that Ramadan comes to us only when our hearts are at their weakest and we want to be closer to our Lord. Ramadan Mubarak to everyone. Please keep me in your prayers.