I’ve given this title to my post because I have not yet told my mother about my decision to fast during Ramadan this year.
“Why?” one may ask. Well, so far, when it comes to me looking into another religion, Mom hasn’t been all that receptive. Quite surprising to me because I always thought she was open-minded. But, considering our roots and how most people are, culture and religion are quite important (even to non-practicers). Even more surprising is the fact that my more conservative father basically told me that whatever religion I chose, it’s ok, it’s my choice, and not to worry about what people may say or how they may react. Wow. Anyway!
So back to the why I didn’t tell my mother – she seems to be a little apprehensive about me looking into a religion other than the one we were born and raised into. Are we practicing Christians? Certainly not! The most practicing we do is celebrate Christmas and wish one another Happy Easter. Is there a single hint of religiousness in what we do during these two holidays? Nope! And it’s very much like this in many North American households (or so I think).
I’ve decided not to tell her yet about the fasting. I somewhat regretted that last night as we decided to go shopping before having supper (a way for me to stall for time until I can break the fast). Well, we finally got to sit at a table 45 minutes after fasting time was up! Thankfully they brought some bread after another 10 minutes. I wasn’t hungry (quite surprisingly) but I was really looking forward to eating. So I broke my fast around 8:10-8:15 pm. So just over 15 hours of fasting.
Needless to say, I wasn’t able to finish my plate.
~ Today ~
4:30 – eat breakfast! Brush teeth, go back to bed!
I had the other half of the chocolate Boost thing from yesterday, a slice of bio multigrain toast with natural peanut butter and sugar free jam. And as a treat, a very small bowl of cinnamon-roll-cereal thing. I’m sorry, I have no clue what it’s called or who makes this cereal, Mom has it at her place and I asked her if I could bring some home.
It was so hard to get up for good this morning – I just wanted to keep sleeping. I told myself that I’ll sleep in tomorrow and Sunday. I hope it was just a fluke.
So far this morning, no hunger, no major thirst, not much sleepiness, just paranoia about still tasting last night’s supper (damn you tsaziki sauce! damn you!).
Other than that, all is good!