Between Takjil and Tarawih: A Reflection of Gratitude in Ramadan
Alhamdulillah, this year I am once again reunited with Ramadan. There is an emotion that is difficult to put into words. Not merely because age continues to advance, but because we never truly know whether last year’s Ramadan was our final one. So when the Maghrib call to prayer echoed on the first evening, my heart could only whisper: Thank You Allah, for granting me another chance. Around 5:00 PM, just before breaking the fast, there is always a moving atmosphere in the air. The streets are filled with people. Takjil vendors line the sidewalks. People queue for simple foods: dates, sweet porridge, fried snacks, sugary drinks in clear plastic bags. Lively. Vibrant. Warm. Yet behind the bustle, I see something deeper than mere buying and selling. I see hope. I see small efforts struggling to endure. I see hands seeking lawful sustenance before the Maghrib call to prayer. In another corner, I witness moments of quiet generosity. Some set aside their time and wealth to give. No cameras. ...