Yes, it has been 12 days since the Holy month of Ramadhan has begun when the Muslim brothers and sisters all over the world fast from dawn to dusk to seek the blessings from the Almighty Allah.
It is during this month the Holy Quran was revealed to the last messenger of God, prophet Muhammed (peace be upon him).
I remember this Holy month when i was in school. I was in 3rd standard when I first tried fasting and found it too difficult. I dont remember what happened when I was in 4th, but in the consequent years I used to fall sick exactly at the time of Ramadhan. I was continuously falling a prey to wheezing, cold, caugh, and the worst case was when I got admitted into the hospital for typhoid in one year and dengue in the next year (that time I was in my high school.) . I infact lost hope that I felt fasting would only be a dream.
I prayed to the Almighty Allah to give me all the courage to perform the obligation and enjoy the blessings in this month. I beleived I can do it, and yes I did, Maasha Allah. So its only
after coming to college that I started fasting properly. And this is where I really wann say something.
My school is a Muslim minority Institution and that was where i learnt about Islam. I spent 14 years there, right from my KG to higher secondary. Apparenlty, 95% of the girls in my school were muslims so practising Islam was never a problem for us.
But Ethiraj was so different to me. That was te first time in my life I was amidst so many non muslims and I was infact a bit scared in the first few months. There were also a couple of my school friends who said that I would be treated indifferently since I am a muslim. That is certainly, not the truth. I studied in the evening college and the timings were really cool. We used o have only 3 hours of college, it starts at 2.45 and ends by 5.45. But during Ramadhan, we were allowed to leave half an hour earlier. I was really impressed. That was when i really felt the fraternity that our religion preaches and also the values of our Indian society. I go back home happily to break my fast and therfore, fasting was never difficult to me.
Now I’m in BIM. In the hostel. In a place where there are only 3 muslims. Getting food for sahar is a great challenge to us. But our friends are amazing. They are simply superb. I see so many of them asking me what I eat and whether i need any help. Needless to say about our warden Ma’m, Saranya and apparenlty Flames (thats our gang!!). Ma’m prepared rasam for us, Gayathri made egg gravy, Nandy had lent me her cooker, and Goki did a big shopping with me for this! And there is also TV and Maha who asked me if they can cook for us.
I’m really glad. I’m grateful to Allah for having me born as an Indian. This is the spirit of India, Indians. Now i “feel” the meaning of the phrase “Unity in Diversity”. Above all, we are humans. Brothers and sisters, created by one God, the Almighty.