π Ramadhan 1445 Hijriah π
Well, this Ramadhan is going to be so different from the Ramadhan before. Ramadhan, this time is never going to be complete again until forward. But in this Ramadan, it was also the first time for me to get experience with my birthday. It's a new thing for me, and I'm so glad because of that. The day I was born this time in this holy month, I hoped blessings and love from God would always be with me. I hope I am blessed. Well, even though this birthday and this Ramadan are still not the same, like I said before, it's okay. I know that God has the best plan and will always trust it.
So, if this essay is about how my ramadhan was in my hometown, I actually spent only one day there, and it wasn't interesting to talk about because when was it? I felt so bored and was just doing my assignments from college. Yeah, so I go home with all my assignments. But if you'll want to know about my Ramadan in my hometown, I would like to share it, so here it is.
Yesterday, I came to my hometown. One day before Ramadan came, by the way, I just spent two days in my hometown and one day in Romadhan. It felt like something different there—absolutely different than the first Ramadan a year before.
The first day in Romadhan, we were gathering up together, except one was gone. It was something new to me. My first breakfast was on sahoor; it was beef vegetable soup; my mother had cooked that. I miss my mom's cooking; the taste was so delicious. I had eaten a few kurmas and bananas. Then I've been waiting for Imsak while lying down. And when the adzan sounds, I was going to take wudhu and go to the mosque. After prayer shubuh had done, we were listening to lecture shubuh until the sun began to show its golden color.
The first day I was fasting, there were not many things to do. So I just slept again in the morning (LOL), and when I woke up, I was immediately doing my assignments until noon.
Actually, it had nothing to do because the day was so boring ( like I said right), and I was just lying down in my room, having a little talk with my younger sister and my old brother. And while I was writing this, I was just confused about what my experience was because, yeah, nothing special happened on the first day of fasting.
I had iftaar with kurmas, snacks, and beef soup. And it was really good; I like it. One thing I loved was when I had taraweh in the mosque near my home. It feels long ago since I prayed in this mosque, but the atmosphere feels the same as when I was there. I don't feel the room as large as when I was a child, but I'm realizing how much I miss this place. But what a pity I can only pray there for one day, because tomorrow I have to go to Bandung again.
Usually, we always iftar at my grandma's house, but for that day, we're iftar just at my mom's house. And usually there was always an invitation for me and my young sister to buy some meals in the afternoon, but yesterday we had none.
This time of Ramadan, I feel kind of gloomy; everyone must feel the same. I mean my whole family. Dejavu, memories, and all of it are still with us. But we don't want to be in a situation where we are gloomy or sad. So I think in this Ramadan we bring each other closer, enjoy, have fun, and still keep praying.
Maybe we're not the same, but Ramadan is still the samethe month that gives many more blessings and forgiveness, the holy of the month and hopefully we can all get the night of Lailatul Qadhar.
πRamadhan Kareem!!π
Cibiru, 7 Ramadhan, 1445 Hijriah.

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