Thoughts of a lazy mind Friday Afternoon, On Ramadan
Eshan Maitra
Man it’s hot today! I am literally moaning and groaning on my bed. Not to mention the fasting. My belly is aching in sadness. Trying to sleep away the next 4 hours or so. But not working as expected. Friday morning, so slept till noon. Until, the Jummah time. Took shower and straight went to Masjid with Abba. My homies from the hood just got up from the bed and were strangling to keep their eyes open as well. But when the praying started it was different. It feels a different kind of good on Jummah at Masjid, praying with everyone you know.
Specially on Ramadan. Doesn’t matter where you have come from, you are all fasting and under the same roof devoted to one single task.
Thinking about that peachy feeling, kind of took my mind away. But, it’s Friday. So, Mamoni is also making her specials today. She is not a great chef though, or has any recipes whatsoever (also too dictatorial against following anyone’s recipe). But she tries. Today, Mamoni is making her special bunch of Putin. Some gooey French-Canadian dish. Some other weird looking fries as well. Though the smell in the air is making me hungry. Not sure about the taste. But the smell obviously lightening my Roza. All the foods that I am imagining about eating. Dang, what the fuzz am I thinking? I should control myself. After all, it is the holy month of modesty.
Oh the heat! Already took showers twice after getting home from Masjid. Good thing there’s no load-shedding these days. Government at least doing something good. Still, after the Jummah. Just coming home from the goli and chatting with my friends got me soaked wet in sweat. Ramadan came to early this year. Wrong season. The temperature is too arrogant to go down even by a little. I may have started to hallucinating things now. Even watching TV didn’t feel good. Well, little that we have few Bangladeshi channels, where almost nothing to watch. And I am restrained myself from going on Hindi channels. We all know why I guess. Good thing, there are some good Arabic and Islamic channels to watch. Even the Gaan Bangla put up some good decent playlist on Ramadan.
Lucky Abba, he is already tired. Fell asleep right on the couch. Well, Abba works too hard whole week long. He deserves it. I tried to sleep too, but isn’t working. May be cause, I freaking slept till noon! Shouldn’t have done that. Friday means no work, nothing to keep me occupied. Fasting difficulty levels up on Friday. Abba and Mamoni also wake up at Fazar time every other morning. I should adapt the habit too. Good thing, I get to get my Fazar praying done because Abba wakes me up at every Sehri (Also fulfilling every Roza, yeah!). Wish I will be able to do the same after Ramadan too.
My head is spinning at the rate of the ceiling fan I am looking. Oh Allah, are you testing me or something? Well, thinking about that. We can’t afford an air-conditioner, but there are countless people in Dhaka can’t even afford the regular food for Sehri or Iftar. Things we get to have in Iftar are just subject of fancy to them. Shouldn’t we do something about them?
Lots of non-profit volunteering organizations are working on feeding and providing for them. At first, I thought those are fraud. But found out most of them are legit. Even licensed by Government. Hey, I just remember about Raju vai in one of those group. Gotta give him a call now, see if I can pitch in to help. Least I will have something good to do on Ramadan holidays. Rather than being Major Lazy and thinking about foods all day.