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Every year, as Ramadhan approaches, I find myself filled with both anticipation and a quiet sense of longing. Fasting has always been more than just an act of devotion—it is a time of reflection, renewal, and most importantly, togetherness. But living in a fast-paced city, away from family and the traditions I grew up with, has reshaped the experience in ways I never expected.
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The Missing Warmth of Home
Growing up, Ramadhan meant waking up to the comforting sounds of either my dad, sisters or workers (whom we treat as family) preparing suhoor, the smell of freshly cooked meals filling the air, and the quiet laughter of my nephews as we shared those early-morning moments. Iftar was even more special—plates filled with dishes made from family recipes, the table surrounded by loved ones, and the feeling of warmth that came with every bite.
When I studied in Manila, those traditions are no longer part of my daily reality. Instead of the familiar embrace of home-cooked meals, I often find myself breaking my fast with food from restaurants or quick store-bought options. The experience is functional, not emotional. There’s no gathering around the table, no dishes infused with the love and care of family, and no shared joy in breaking fast together.
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The Hidden Cost of Convenience
Beyond the emotional loss, I’ve come to realize another challenge—one that concerns my health being in my mid-40s. In a city where everything is about speed and efficiency, food is no exception. Restaurants, even those that offer halal options, rely heavily on processed ingredients. The more I look into what I consume, the more I realize that much of it is not just processed but ultra-processed—packed with preservatives, artificial additives, and unhealthy fats.
Back home, we never worried about what was in our food. Every ingredient was chosen with care, every dish was prepared with fresh, whole foods. But living in a big city, I find myself questioning everything. Is this truly halal? What oils are they using? How much sugar or sodium is hidden in this seemingly harmless meal? Instead of feeling nourished after iftar, I often feel sluggish, knowing that what I just ate probably lacked the nutrients my body needed.
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A Reminder of What Matters
Fasting in a city has taught me that Ramadhan is not just about food; it’s about intention. Yes, I miss the flavors of home, the laughter of family, and the comfort of tradition. But I also realize that the essence of fasting goes beyond the physical. It’s about discipline, gratitude, and making the best choices with what we have.
So while I may not always have a home-cooked iftar waiting for me, I can still honor the spirit of Ramadhan in my own way—by being mindful of what I eat, by creating new traditions, and by remembering that the true nourishment of fasting comes not just from food, but from faith and reflection.
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