Assalamualaikum and Selamat Hari Raya to all of you. Today I'm going to write about my childhood memories of Ramadhan.
As we all know, when the fasting month approaches, we as Muslims are required to fast for a month. Myself is not excluded to fast albeit I was a little kid. My mother always told me that I need to start practicing so that I will get used to the fasting month when I grow older. I started fasting ever since I was 8 years old. The experience of it back then is something more different.
Every early morning, my dad will woke me up for "sahur", but it's not a normal wake up call. If my brother and I are still reluctant to wake up, he will pour water on our faces. He is kind of a strict person back then so my brother and I always obey his command. My mother on the other hand will wake up early to prepare a light meal for us. I often fell asleep while eating. Probably because I'm not used to waking up early in the morning.
Just like any other kids where it is their first time fasting, I will break my fast in the afternoon right after I came back from school. My mom also understand my situation that time so she will prepare the food for me. I LOVE MY MOTHER. This will keep on going for another 2 weeks, but I have never eaten in school because my mom said that at least I must try to hold my stomach until I get home. So, if I had after school classes, I had to starved until I get home. After the comfortness of fasting only half-a-day for 2 weeks, my mom softly said that she wanted to see me fasting a full day this time and if I can fast a full day for another two weeks, she will give me rm50. That seems to be a lot of money to me back then. So, I forced myself to fast a full day for another two weeks and I did it. My mom must be so proud of me that time so she gave me the rm50 with extra rm10. After that, I started to improve on my fasting the following Ramadhan and the next following Ramadhan until I fully fast for the whole month.
I think that is all from me for now. Thank you. Selamat Hari Raya!!