“There is an unseen sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth.”
A cause of lingering guilt: The time I stuffed my face with fragrant fried chicken on the Marrakesh Express in a car shared with a fasting Muslim woman during Ramadan.
That’s partly why I gave myself the task to fast for one day of Ramadan. I also wanted to try the fast as an extension of my experience traveling to Morocco. The end of our trip had coincided with the beginning of Ramadan.
Ramadan is the Muslim holy month, and throughout the month Muslims abstain from food and water from sunrise to sunset, which is one of the Five Pillars of Islam.
Not having water all day was definitely harder than abstaining from food. I stayed indoors in an air conditioned house, though, so I know my experience was easy compared to that of millions of Muslims who go about their workdays and do it for a month.
My day was uneventful. I stayed up very late the night before and had a meal in the wee hours before sunrise. I slept in and was lethargic throughout the day, the lack of caffeine assuredly having as much impact as the lack of food. I went out to dinner with my husband, waiting until at least 8:19 p.m. to have a drink of water at sunset to break the fast.
I am not religious, but I appreciated getting a small glimpse of the sacrifice of fasting from sunrise to sunset.
#95 (101 things in 1001 days): Fast for one day of Ramadan (Completed July 21, 2013).