Now that Eid has come and gone, as always I’m finding it difficult to get back to the ‘rest- of- the -year’ rhythm. It’s a sad truth that it always comes to this, I should be feeling up and ready to go tackle the rest of the year with what I’ve gathered from Ramadan, but my lance always droops and the armor takes on more dents than it can handle, and by the approach of another Ramadan, I crawl into its mercy- battle weary.
*sigh
Insha Allah we grow stronger every Ramadan and it won’t amount to such monumental disppointment with ourselves each time.
Intransient Autumn 