A year ago, I was in Peace Park with my family and friends, searching for the crescent moon. It was winter then, and I recall feeling very cold. I miss my moonsighting days. There’s a special joy that comes with sighting that thin, glorious sliver of the moon.
Now that I’m in tropical KL, I don’t remember the feeling of a crisp winter’s night. I also have no idea where the local moonsighters are lol.
Still, there’s a different kind of magic here, Malaysia being a Muslim country and all.
Although my thoughts are always with my loved ones in Sydney, I’m looking forward to breaking my fast with my new friends and my Malaysian family.
Please make dua that Allah helps me through the heat and haze of my first Malaysian Ramadan 🙂 Speaking of which, may Allah grant ease to those of us fasting in long summers, especially those with 19+ hours of fasting.
Calligraphy source: Subhi Bora. Find her at @saafara_ on Instagram