There are still about 5 months left for the month of Ramadan, but today one of the songs has refreshed some precious memories into my mind and heart.
My boys started practicing fasting early and gradually. The hardest time for them was when we have this once in a year beloved visitor during the summer, days become too long, the dawn so early, and the dusk so late.
One year, my middle son was doing very well though he’s always impatient, would have a hundred snacks per day, full of energy and never listen if I ask him to have a nap at noon or play indoor. One day when it was too hot, he came asking for money to buy a new mini sweetie juice that one of his friends was drinking and enjoying so much and ‘ I’ll have it after our Iftar (breakfast),’ he said. After he got the juice, he disappeared in his room and when his brother and friends came inquiring if he would join them, he shouted from upstairs ‘I’m tired, won’t play.’ This was weird, wasn’t it?
I went to his room, he was lying down in his bed, when I asked him if there was anything wrong; ‘ just tired mama tired,’ I sat at the edge of his bed, my eyes were trying to find out where was that juice. ‘ Won’t you show me this sweetie special juice?’ I asked. He quietly got up and brought it from behind the curtains. I knew that he was not tired but sad, deeply sad. His fingers and lips and the juice were blue.
‘Did you drink it?’
‘No, I didn’t,’ he said without looking at me
‘ But why your fingers and lips are blue?’
He couldn’t lie anymore, he went to the mirror and stuck his tongue out, it was all blue. He told me that he wanted to smell it, pulled the lid up with his teeth, he accidentally squeezed the bottle and the juice splashed into his mouth. ‘I didn’t want to drink it mama, just smell it,’ how he cried and how sad he looked really broke my heart.
‘It was a mistake, my son and I did dozen like this when I was in your age.’
‘ I’m still fasting,’
‘Yes, even if you do this when you’re a grown-up, you’re still fasting.’
‘Can I go and play now?’
‘But you’re tired.’
In another year, my elder son, was about 14 years old when he came back from school, telling me his news, picked up a large glass, opened the cold water tap, filled it up to the top, and drank it all in one gulp, leave not even a drop, I was looking at him, puzzled;
‘Couldn’t you fast today?’
‘Of course I’m fasting, it was too hot but I’m ok.’
‘Of-course you’re, you’ve just drank a full glass of water!’
‘Oops, I forgot!’
Was it a reward for patience? Was it a support from the Merciful? I believe it was both.
Wishing you all the best,