Ramadan Going Quotes

Like the sun that sets at the end of the day, so too will Ramadan come and go, leaving only it's mark on our heart's sky.

Jack," I said, "why don't you go check on Sam?" Maybe you can advise her on getting through those doors. OR you could sing to her. I know she'd love that." "Yeah? Cool!" Jack zoomed off to serenade Sam, which meant Sam would want to hit me later, except it was Ramadan so she had to be nice to me. Wow, I was a bad person. At the doors, Jack was trying to help by suggesting songs he could sing to inspire new ideas for getting inside: 'Knockin'on Heaven's Door', 'I Got the Keys' or 'Break on Through (to the Other Side)'. "How about none of the above?" Sam said. "'None of the Above' ..." Jack mused. "Is that by Stevie Wonder?" "How's it going guys?" I asked. I didn't know if it was physically possible to strangle a magic sword, but I didn't want to see Sam try.

Jack floated over, his blade shuddering and warbling like a hand saw. "Frigg? Oh, man, I don't like Frigg. She's too quiet. Too devious. Too--" "She's my ma," Mallory grumbled. "Oh, that Frigg!" Jack said. "Yeah, she's great." "I hate her," Mallory said. "Gods, me too!" Jack commiserated. "Jack," I said, "why don't you go check on Sam? Maybe you can advise her on getting through those doors. Or you could sing to her. I know she'd love that." "Yeah? Cool!" Jack zoomed off to serenade Sam, which meant Sam would want to hit me later, except it was Ramadan, so she had to be nice to me. Wow, I was a bad person.

It is impossible to live in autarchy, to make the testimony of faith, pray and fast and go to pilgrimage only, far from men and worrying about no one except oneself. It is worth repeating that to be with God is tantamount to being with men; to carry faith is tantamount to carrying the responsibility of a continuous social commitment. The teaching that we should extract from zakat is explicit: to posses is tantamount to having to share.

we have to go forth in order to come back, plunge into time in order to be born anew, and roam the world in order to get back to ourselves at last.

Ramadan isn't fulfilled by feasting on some tasty beef, the greatest of feast is haram if others go hungry.

We do not need to understand every element of our sin to let go of it. The seed doesn’t need to understand the nature of the sun’s light to be moved and transformed by it.

There can be no universal without diversity: the quest for the ultimate commonality would be pointless if we did not recognize the initial differences that explain just why we have to go in search of the universal.

Ramadan is not fasting. Ramadan is an Islamic feast where one stuffs oneself twice a day with food, and in between lets ones intestines dry out. To describe that process as 'fasting' seems rather ubiquitous to me. The amount of food transported into the body is probably exactly the same, but because of the dehydration the food is processed less effectively. As customs go, most customs are typically silly and Ramadan is no exception. I can accept such silliness when people keep it to themselves, but unfortunately one sees such a sharp rise in 'policing' others that even non Muslims are now experiencing violence because they are eating at daytime in the Ramadan period.

The media suffer from an internalised as well as institutionalised Islamophilia. They could never broadcast, or print, during Ramadan, Eid or any other Muslim festival a programme or article explaining from the Christian – or any other – point of view why Islam’s founding story simply doesn’t stack up. It wouldn’t be hard to write or make it. Let any scholar loose on the materials and they could do it. Biblical or Torah scholars using the tools of criticism could use them on the Koran and have a wonderful and fascinating time of it. But would the nation’s broadcaster run it? Or the ‘paper of record’ print it? If during any day of the year – let alone a major Muslim festival – the main newspapers in Britain or America chose to commission a Christian scholar to review a book casting doubt on the likelihood of Mohammed’s existence, say, or his claims to be a prophet, I think everybody knows what would happen. The papers and broadcasters know what would happen too. Which is why they don’t do it. And which is why when it comes to Islam we begin by avoiding it, go on to treat it with kid gloves,

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Kainat Calling (The Sonnet) I'll take your leave now, Kainat is calling - Ain't gonna stay amidst your narrowness no more. You conquered moon, you'll conquer mars, yet what's the point, when your heart is still beastly sore! Break your sleep, o drowsy doofus, Wake up to the auspicious joyville! Where love and light are supreme law, Wake up to that valley of joy and zeal! Everyday is Christmas there, Everyday is Ramadan and Juneteenth. Stay in your archaic muck if you like, I gotta go now, Kainat calling!

The Mullah taught us Arabic, as well as the Qur’an, the Islamic sacred book, and hadith—the words, actions and stories of Muhammad. I was very zealous to know everything about Islam. I also received a foundation in the five pillars of Islam—the shahadah (creed), salat (five times a day daily prayers), zakah (giving to the poor), fasting during Ramadan and hajj (going on pilgrimage to Mecca) at least once in a lifetime. The Mullah also explained that it is important to be cleansed before prayer. My mother had already demonstrated how we were to ceremonially wash ourselves.

Frigg? Oh, man, I don't like Frigg. She's too quiet. Too devious. Too -' 'She's my ma,' Mallory grumbled. 'Oh, that Frigg!' Jack said. 'Yeah, she's great.' 'I hate her,' Mallory said. 'Gods, me too!' Jack commiserated. 'Jack,' I said, 'why don't you go check on Sam? Maybe you can advise her on getting through those doors. Or you could sing to her. I know she'd love that.' 'Yeah? Cool!' Jack zoomed off to serenade Sam, which meant Sam would want to hit me later, except it was Ramadan, so she had to be nice to me. Wow, I was a bad person.

For hundreds of years, the church would fast twice a week: Wednesdays and Fridays. That was just what you did if you were a Christian. In the fourth century, when the church developed the practice of Lent, it was originally a fast similar to Islam’s Ramadan. As a lead-up to Easter, followers of Jesus would wake and go without food until sunset. For forty days. Every year. Please note: go without food.

Happy Holidays (The Sonnet) Spirit of Christmas doesn't grow on a fir tree, Christmas blooms wherever the heart is hatefree. Ramadan isn't fulfilled by feasting on some tasty beef, The greatest of feast is haram if others go hungry. Hanukkah's miracle isn't about the oil lasting 8 days, Rather it's about the resilience of light amidst darkness. Fireworks may be diwali for those still in kindergarten, Everyday is diwali for an existence rooted in kindness. The will to love and the will to lift are the backbone, Of all human celebration, tradition and communion. Take that fundamental will out of the equation, All you have left are rituals without meaning and mission. Fasting, feasting and decorating are step two of any festival. First and foremost, at our altar within, we gotta light a candle.

Maybe part of the point is this: To go on when there is no desire to go on. To practice when practice is burdensome.

Ramadan was one of more than a million refugees and migrants who took boats and flimsy dinghies to European shores in 2015. Along with forty-seven others, most of whom were Syrian, he crossed the Aegean in an inflatable raft that he estimates was made for a maximum load of twenty-five people. ‘There were so many children on it. We went out in the night. The kids were crying. We kept telling them, ‘See the light there in the distance? That’s where we are going.’” Four hours later, they landed, the boat already halfway full of water and on the brink of sinking. They emerged onto the rock shores and made their way back to solid land after, as Ramadan put it, seeing death yet again.

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Everything means something to you; dying flowers, The different times of year. The new clothes you wear at the end of Ramadan. A prince’s trust. The way that water flows, Too impetuous to pause, breaking over Stones, rushing towards distant objects, Places you can’t see but which you also flow Outward to. Today you slept long. When you woke your old blood stirred. This too meant something. The girl who woke you Touched your brow. She called you Lord. You smiled, Put up a trembling hand. But she had gone, As seasons go, as a night-flower closes in the day, As a hawk flies into the sun or as the cheetah runs; as The deer pauses, sun-dappled in long grass, But does not stay. Fleeting moments: these are held a long time in the eye, The blind eye of the ageing poet, So that even you, Gaffur, can imagine In this darkening landscape The bowman lovingly choosing his arrow, The hawk outpacing the cheetah, (The fountain splashing lazily in the courtyard), The girl running with the deer.

You can go off and live your twenty-first-century fantasy of polyamory, but what we had was sex. Plain, dumb animal sex, and nothing more.