This is based on a true-life story. Names, characters, and incidents are not the products of the author’s imagination. This is definitely not fiction. And any resemblance to actual persons, living or dying, or actual events is real.
In Ramadan, when you wake up and you realize you missed Sahur, “Oh shit” shouldn’t be the first thing that pops to your head. But, it is what it is.
Here is everything that happens when you realize you are going to have an interesting day ahead:
Weird cravings.
I am not the biggest fan of cake but I have been craving it all day. This is my body saying let’s eat cake, die, and hasten the process.
Everything starts to look like food.
I have caught myself subconsciously chewing on my pen cover two times today.
You need two naps per task.
Going for my second nap after writing this post because my body is protesting.
You try to suppress day dreams.
I keep having flashbacks of when I ate well. Also, dreaming of the many meals I will have for Iftar. Astargafurllah.
Concentration is in the gutters.
“I reallty gope there’s no typoi in thise sentecne”
Adding 5 other alarms to your first 5.
Naming the alarms “don’t miss Sahur for anything 1- 10.” As an extra precaution, I am going to name a last one by 5:00 am “at least drink water na.”
Texting your exes.
Wait, what?
