Here comes another Ramazan.
That means a treat of samosas and pakoras every single day, no matter where you have your Iftaari. Samosas and Pakoras never taste as they do in Ramazan. It’s very wierd. Normally I cannot have more than a couple but in Iftaari I can easily consume over half a dozen samosas.
But it’s not only about eating like crazy. Last year, most of my prayers were answered. Based on that I can safely assume that God has not yet left me alone. Taking advantage of that, I am going to pray even harder and ask for God’s help to shape up my life as I have planned, and make it a blessing for me and my peeps.
May our blessings be too many to count… And our worries too few to matterand may the next Eid we celebrate be free from oppression, hatred, persecution, and fear… My wishes to all for a blessed Ramadan.