Hate it with My Hand

Listen. I’m shouting it from my desktop. I HATE THE OBSESSION WITH PROCURING, PREPARING AND GLUTTONOUS EATING OF COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF FOOD THAT HAPPENS DURING THE BLESSED MONTH OF FASTING. It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong. And you know it too. I hate it with my heart. My tongue. And my hand.


4 thoughts on “Hate it with My Hand

  1. You know…that’s my favorite hadith.

    “Whosoever of you sees an evil action, let him change it with his hand; and if he is not able to do so, then with his tongue; and if he is not able to do so, then with his heart – and that is the weakest of faith.”

    I love the poetry of your hate.

  2. salam alaikoum sister, ramadan moubarak to you and the whole family. I am so sory fro never writing or phoning…am just toooo busy with things here… but alhamdulillah we are fine and I hope you as well, I think often of you!! and yes, i know what you hate – hope you get some spiritual time out of the kitchen and some fresh fruity vitamins for iftar!
    hugs and salaams

  3. Walaikum asalam Itto! I swear I was thinking about you today and fantasizing about coming to see you! Insha Allah. I’m sorry, you know I don’t call either. I check by the blog on occasion but don’t leave comments 😦 We have been keeping iftar pretty simple, and yes I get a smoothie every night 🙂
    I love you for the sake of Allah and hope we can talk soon.
    Love and Peace

  4. Asalamu Alaykom Brooke,

    I sure could have used you as a Ramadan buddy this year! I felt VERY aloooooone with the fasting I was doing. Yes, I ate with other people but it was as if we were eating on different planets. I also was doing that “His Master’s Voice” dog-with-the-tilted-head stare at my fellow diners. What is up with the focus?! Where is their focus in Ramadan? I wasn’t with them.

    It really took a conversation with a local who told me that it wasn’t a difference between countries but between families and EVEN within families. People are together BUT are all on their own journey during Ramadan. We are all judged individually (thank God) so I stopped playing scorekeeper and re-focused on what I needed during Ramadan—and “ya” it wasn’t a table full of food which couldn’t all be eaten.

    Love to you and yours!

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