Ramadhan Magic
Ramadhan last year was one the most meaningful in my life. I cooked breakfast for the first time.
I was Azman’s wife and for the first time I was not just my Mom’s
daughter, Melati’s housemate, or Mawi World’s Haters’ Club President
(which I still am now). It was a Ramadhan of significance but
inarguably it was not one of a challenge. Fasting was still like having
5 thousand bucks in my pocket, walk into Zara and try to refrain myself
from NOT buying anything, way too easy…..
