Morning comes without coffee this month
Ramadhan comes back each year while life rolls. Things change, like the distance between me and my family: my home. Like how I do the hours-countdown to sunset. Some other things just stay the same, like the soothing-Arabian-like TV commercial jingles. Like how the trees rhyme.
Ramadhan for me is an annual special guest. It is a harmony; a holy remedy; an eternal childhood memory.
Hey, A! :)