Salaam Alaikum wa Rahmatullah.<\/p>\n
Halfway through Ramadan.\u00a0 The alarm clock went off on time.\u00a0 Bleary-eyed, I stumble to the kitchen to make suhoor<\/i>, the morning meal that is supposed to sustain us throughout the day of fasting.\u00a0 I stand there in front of the refrigerator, staring at the contents, contemplating what to make.\u00a0 I start rummaging through yogurt containers, none of which actually contain yogurt.\u00a0 Hmm\u2026 cucumber salad, leftover pasta, chicken livers.\u00a0 Nope.\u00a0 I open the cupboards that I just cleaned out the other day, casting my eyes over cans of corn and tomatoes.\u00a0 Nuh-uh.\u00a0 Finally my gaze falls on a carton of eggs sitting on the counter.\u00a0 I default to egg sandwich mode.\u00a0 I really don\u2019t want to cook anything but I can\u2019t stand the idea of making a smoothie.\u00a0 The blender would be way too loud, and I know the blueberries had partially thawed before I put them in the freezer and I\u2019d have to hack off a corner from the bag with a butcher knife\u00a0 in order to get enough to use.\u00a0 Sigh.\u00a0 At least I can cook an egg on autopilot.\u00a0 <\/p>\n
Skillet on, lube it up, crack eggs, put toast in toaster.\u00a0 Grab cream cheese.\u00a0 Stand over eggs, watching the egg white solidify, breaking the yolks with a corner of the spatula.\u00a0 Jump in surprise as the toast pops up.\u00a0 Flip eggs.\u00a0 Turn off heat.\u00a0 Schmear cream cheese on toast.\u00a0 Deposit eggs on top.\u00a0 Take to table, fetch bottle of water from fridge, place everything in front of husband and son.\u00a0 Sit.\u00a0 Contemplate package of danishes on table.\u00a0 Cream cheese danish?\u00a0 Nah, raspberry, bleh.\u00a0 Open package of danishes and eat anyway.\u00a0 Drink from son\u2019s cup of water.\u00a0 Look at bag of dates.\u00a0 Sigh.<\/p>\n
I believe you could say I have hit the suhoor<\/i> wall.\u00a0 I\u2019m not a morning person.\u00a0 I don\u2019t like to get up in the dark and then have to function.\u00a0 I don\u2019t like to eat when I first wake up.\u00a0 I can barely manage a desultory \u201csalaam alaikum\u201d to my husband and son.\u00a0 I started out okay.\u00a0 Like most people, I began Ramadan in high spirits with high energy.\u00a0 I made nice breakfasts of turkey bacon and eggs.\u00a0 I served delicious high-protein energy drinks and made pretty plates of dates and cheese.\u00a0 I turned on the lights to wake myself up, jollied myself along, and even stayed up after fajr and read Qur\u2019an.\u00a0 For the last few days, though, I\u2019ve been slipping.\u00a0 Now, I\u2019m at the point where suhoor is going to be a ziplock bag full of dates tossed on the table and a cup of water and you darn well better like it, bub.\u00a0 Half of Ramadan left.\u00a0 I think I\u2019d better go to the store to try to find inspiration and something new to make.\u00a0 That or hire a personal chef to take over the duties from here til the end of the month.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sitting here now at the dining room table typing and the adhan is going off on the computer downstairs in the office.\u00a0 It filters through the floorboards and sounds muffled,.\u00a0 I haven\u2019t heard this particular adhan before.\u00a0 Sounds nice.\u00a0 The call to prayer rouses me a bit and I figure I\u2019m ready to go make wudu and pray the fajr.\u00a0 I\u2019ll ask Allah to forgive me for my lack of enthusiasm this morning, and thank Him for providing me with enough food to serve my family, and the electricity with which to cook the eggs, and the fresh clean water to drink.\u00a0 If the baby doesn\u2019t wake up, I might try to go back to sleep, or I might force myself to turn on the light and read for a bit so I don\u2019t get behind on my daily Qur\u2019an portion.\u00a0 First I have to get up from this chair though, so excuse me while I blink the last of the sleep from my eyes and try to find where I left my prayer dress.\u00a0 Yawn.\u00a0 A new day is beginning and though I\u2019m not the most energetic person, I feel good that I did manage to wake up and feed my family a meal, however simple, and spit in the eye of Shaitan who would encourage me to burrow under the covers and go back to sleep.\u00a0 To hell with you, Shaitan.\u00a0 I did it.\u00a0 I woke up.\u00a0 So there.<\/p><\/div>\n
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