by Lauren Ebersole '07 ;
A day in the life of me during Ramadhan: I begrudgingly set my alarm the night before for 3:30 am so that I may drag myself out of bed for sahur, which means supper. At 3:30 am my alarm sounds and a few minutes later a voice comes over the loudspeaker of the mosque three doors down: "Sahur, sahur", the voice says. "Bapak-bapak, ibu-ibu, anak-anak, sahur sahur", it continues. The village is awoken so that all will eat before the sunrise. I walk out to the kitchen, rubbing my eyes, and fill my plate with as much rice as I think I can stomach at 3:30 in the morning. Every few minutes the voice returns to the loudspeaker with a countdown of the time left before eating and drinking must cease. I eat and drink as much as possible and by 4am I am back in bad. My family stays awake for Subuh, the 4:30 prayer. At 5:30ish, I am back up to get ready for school. I dump as much cold water over my body as I think I can tolerate at 5:30 in the morning. When 6:30 comes, my host sister and I leave for school together... Read more...
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