As we enter the Muslim’s holy month of Ramadan, we look forward to the great blessings that are bestowed upon us every year and which we thank the Lord for as we are reminded of them daily. We are reminded of the poor’s feelings of starvation through our fasting and thus we thank the Lord for our financial status which enables us to purchase the basic foods, at least, that will allow us to sleep with full bellies.
We are thankful for our families who are happily gathering around the table at the time of breaking our fast and we are reminded of the many people who have lost their loved ones (may God bless and have mercy on their souls.)
We are thankful for not being at war. For having shelter above our heads and peace in our minds before our bodies.
And also, we are thankful for our mothers. Our mothers who look forward to this month to have us all sitting together as a family before we all got busy with our lives. And I don’t know about you, but my mother shows her love through food.
She infuses her dishes with love. Every single dish coming out of her kitchen smells of her. Every single dish has the sense of her soul. She use all her senses combined to produce a vast array of dishes that are loved by us all. She slaves away in the kitchen, replacing last year’s dish set with a brand new one as Ramadan’s blessings, just to make us smile. And instead of resting while she fasts, she chooses to go the extra mile and make my brother his kebabs because he just loves them.
And as if that’s not enough giving, she hand picks mint from her herb garden to infuse it in our tea, alongside love.
A big thank you to my mother who had a tiring day, you make Ramadan what it is. xoxo