Another year in Johannesburg, completion of my second to be exact, but its my third Ramadan here. If people tell me once more that life gets easier remind me to cut them off from my life. Life doesn’t get easier, it gets weirder and at times harder.

Ramadan is one of those difficult times in the year. Times like these you wish you were at home surrounded by family. Mum who somehow even though she is working has food for iftaar ready, and dad who is always there making sure you wake up for sehri.

But truth be told, even though Ramadan is difficult alone, I love the month. It’s a time when I seek myself again. When I try and figure out who I am and where I want to be in the next year.

Ramadan for a person staying away from home always starts at least a few weeks earlier. Especially if they the unmarried ones [yes meaning me].

So what do I mean by weeks earlier. Well the usual preparations may happen at home as per normal, but ours begins with the first phone call from mother dearest. “You want samoosa’s, pies what else must I prepare for you.”

Dearest mum is trying to freezer pack everything she can for me. Which also means that a special trip to Durban would be needed to ensure that I collect everything or hopefully a friend will be able to bring it up.

But I’m the weird kind. I hate putting my mum out of her way so I tell her not to make everything and I will be fine. So I head to Durban over the long weekend for my cousins wedding and sure enough my mum has stuff ready for me. Not as much as the last two Ramadans, but enough that I know for at least 2 weeks I wont need any fries or pies.

Love my mum for doing this but there are also the calls from my aunts and most def my grandmother. Love them all to bits but seriously there is only so much place in my freezer and I share it with 2 other girls.

And the really really bad thing about it is that when I fast and I break fast I need FOOD. Not samoosas and pies but food. Yes I’m that kind of person. I wont need a lot but I will want and need food.

So the long rambling process that I am getting to is that people please check out Ramadan.co.za for full world coverage of this years fast. Get in touch with your spirituality, find some good recipes and live everyone’s experiences and understand the similarities and differences of Muslims from across the world.

Inshallah this year I hope to get a chance to blog from Maputo, Mozambique for the blog. Somehow I always get sent for work around Ramadan. I think it’s a test and I welcome the experience. Last year was Ghana, this year Mozambique…next year who knows.

Remember me in your duas and remember your fellow Muslims across the world.

Ramadan Mubarak!!!

Picture taken on Hajj trip 2005/2006

Its been forever since I last blogged properly. But that’s ok. I have come to terms with myself. The realization that the staunch once a week blogger does not exist anymore. She has moved on to realizing that life is more then blogging though I maybe shot by people since who I have converted to the bloggersphere.

I would be ever grateful to the friends I have met through my blog, but I am no more reliant nor self absorbed to want to blog everyday or every week for that matter.

Enough of the third person jargon.

Let me really bring to focus the main ‘event’ that has got me blogging again for the moment.

The atrocious attack and war being conducted by the Israelis [Zionists] against the poor innocent people in Gaza, leaves me crying tears of blood. To know that those living in Gaza are not only Muslims but also Christians and even those Jews who are helping with aid, are being killed leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. To say that we [the world] did not see this coming would be to ensure that we lived in our own little worlds with blinkers on.

I can go through all the madness again but the sickening within my stomach prevents me from doing so. I relive these events online, and through every possible media I can get my hands on and not forgetting those who are there and relaying it to me. And if I can’t handle it through third parties my heart goes to all those living in the hallow of the deaf world. To not know whether your death will be next. To live in a deafened world.

I could blindly say that the Jews are to blame for this…for all of this. But then I would be as naïve as the next person. For I believe myself more informed and knowledgeable to know the difference between a Jew and a Zionist. And this is in deed the doing of the Zionists. No not all Jews openly condemn these attacks that are being carried out but here again I will not fault them, as I know they like everyone of us has been taught a certain way through out their lives and therefore can not see right and wrong.

I completely blame the Zionists and those in power who are not saying anything against them. Israel is doing this on the task of their parliament but is this the true will of Israel of those knowing that it is election year for them and they can only win votes but ‘apparently’ safe guarding Israel from Hamas.

I am left completely hopeless in knowing that the death toll that is ever increasing is strewn with innocent lives. The elimination of an entire generation. The risk of knowing that there maybe no more after these we lose who will stand up against the ugly mite that has become Israel. None to show us that we are being eaten alive by a monster which infests and festers within our skin to slowly deal us a terrible death.

With no warning and no barrier my sadness grows knowing and feeling that Gaza will be only the start and never the end.

Speak up presidents of nations, speak up president elects, speak up the people across the world and stop the holocaust you blindly refused to see in World War 2 start over now in your era. In the era you choose to rule and live in. Leave not your silence as a legacy to your people and to those after us. Stop it while you can. Before it blows up to deal us a deathly bomb as an ever present reminder like Auschwitz, as Hiroshima is known.

I could go on, but then I would run the risk of sounding like someone who is at risk of tripping on her tongue.

All I know for certain is that this is only the beginning of something.

PHOTO CREDITS: WAFA and AFP

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