And just like that, a month of fasting flies by in the blinking of an eye.
The body is fatigued, faces gaunt, stomachs shrunken, beards disheveled.
A month spent looking inward, reflecting much, seeking forgiveness, reform and a good return.
How the months and years come and go, vanishing just as soon as they first arrived. We are just dust blown by the wind.
Eid mubarak to all. Peace.