And can anyone blame me? With Ramadan starting on the first of September this year, I can’t help but think of Ramadans to come. Yes, the mere thought of Ramadans to come sends shivers down my spine. I imagine being unable to eat and more importantly drink (H20) until the red hot summer Sun descends some time around 7-ish. I imagine heat and exhaustion. I imagine the average Jordanian’s intolerance capacity increasing substantially, and that includes me. Skyrocketing actually. I imagine everything that would normally go slow due to the heat, come to a screeching halt with Ramadani summers. And to think, with the Ramadan start-date moving back ten days every year, this is a cycle that will take a few decades before getting back to the cooler, appropriately-timed-sunset, months.
I should also point out that it’s not only the fasting. Taraweeh prayers become increasingly unbearable in the heat, amidst the crowds of people, every single night. Where you have to remain standing for 40 minutes, with few intervals in between. It really becomes a sauna.
Maybe I’m exaggerating. Maybe I’m just being an alarmist. But I’ve really never experienced a Ramadan in summer, which only plays into the whole “young and inexperienced” stereotypes that plagues my 20-something generation, but hey, I’m not afraid to admit that; at least when it comes to this particular experience.
Anyways. I wanted to do all that complaining before the month starts in a few days.
Ramadan Mubarak to all!