It's as if we are welcoming a very, VERY noble guest into our humble home. The one we've longed for. And we all know the time of arrival of Ramadhan, yet we made so very little preparation--I, made very little preparation. I am afraid, if the month means less to me than it should. I am afraid, if the month will simply pass by and I missed it. I am afraid, if by the end of Ramadhan, I would still be as who I was before Ramadhan started.
Do I miss it? Yes. Am I excited? I can't say for sure. My concerns and fears overwhelm the excited half of me. Wouldn't you be? A long awaited guest comes to your house, you welcome him excitedly, full enthusiasm, but all to him coming into a messy room, unmade guestroom, dirty household. And you can say you've been living comfortably, in that environment, that, so called home. That home is our heart, sometimes it's a mess, and we don't even know it. How would your guest feel? How would you feel?
It is the first night of Ramadhan; the doorstep to our hearts. Seconds to open the door to your home, and neither him nor you knows what lies within. But it's your home. The fear. Oh, I forgot to mention, we invited Ramadhan. Adds a little to the emotions, doesn't it?
May Allah be pleased with us, not just in Ramadhan, but everyday of our lives. InsyaAllah.
Hoping. praying
-Hafidz Iddin
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