The month of fasting has ended.
Ramadan has gone.
And so we're back to square one.
Well, then, how should I describe my Ramadan?
As far as I can tell people, it seems that my Ramadan was quite 'saved'. I thought I've made some improvements here and there, in my prayers or my deeds.
Only that, perhaps, compared to others', mine was still lacking... but somehow, I feel some things have been done better. There were. A bit. Better.
Also, it seems to me that I get the feeling of getting more mature(?) as the month progressed. I'm not quite sure. But, I'd like to say...that I have, in some way, overcome my troubles that have been bothering me the past weeks.
And finally, nearing its end, I sensed an indescribable feeling that finally I've come to term with 'everything' that goes against my wish.
Ramadan has gone.
And so we're back to square one.
Well, then, how should I describe my Ramadan?
As far as I can tell people, it seems that my Ramadan was quite 'saved'. I thought I've made some improvements here and there, in my prayers or my deeds.
Only that, perhaps, compared to others', mine was still lacking... but somehow, I feel some things have been done better. There were. A bit. Better.
Also, it seems to me that I get the feeling of getting more mature(?) as the month progressed. I'm not quite sure. But, I'd like to say...that I have, in some way, overcome my troubles that have been bothering me the past weeks.
And finally, nearing its end, I sensed an indescribable feeling that finally I've come to term with 'everything' that goes against my wish.
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