Ramadan without my mother struck me yesterday when they announced that today is Ramadan. Every year, the first one I call to congratulate is my mother. Once it was announced yesterday I picked up my phone an knew that I can’t call her. I went back home crying knowing that today will not be the same.
As I entered the house today, it was gloomy. Usually the first day of Ramadan I would see my mum arranging the table for us. Even when she was really sick and barely can pick herself, her family was a priority for her. I would see that special yereesh dish just for me without onions. A special dish that I will never have again. She would pour the Qamar Al-deen and once its time, she would ask us to wake up our dad and starts pouring the soup for all of us. She would leave the table to take care of our kids while we eat and make sure we had our food.
As I sat on the table today, it was empty. My moms dishes were not there. As my dad came he poured me some of that Qamar Al-deen he made. He started crying, as my tears started flowing too. I wished for once to see her. Our first Ramdan without my mother was hard.
It’s not about the food, or the best ad or who falls in love in a tv show. It’s about having my mother sitting with us in the table. Just seeing her there made a difference in the family. No matter how our moods were no matter how angry we were. Seeing our mum made Ramadan special.
Today I say Ramadan isn’t the same………..