Here we now at the final days of Ramadan. In three days to come shall we embrace The Glorious Day — the day we celebrate victory against our own desire in the whole month before. Quite so.
I feel like cheating in Ramadan this year. Imagine this. I stay awake all night long — working or not — spending time until sahur and going to bed after Subuh prayer. I wake up at noon, usually at 12. But like today, during the rain in the whole day, I just wake up from my lazy sleep after 2. Then I go watching DVD. Then I take a bath. And by the dusk coming, I shall wait for breaking the fast time. Cheating, no?
During the early days of Ramadan I read one Goenawan Mohamad writing in Tempo. He said that we Indonesian tend to treat Ramadan overratedly. We prohibit food stalls operating during the whole holy month. Even our dearly Minister of Communication & Information marked Ramadan by censoring all what-so-called porn sites in the internet — alas, he also censors the safe ones too. Shortly, we prohibit everything that potentially disrupt the sacred of Ramadan.
In the mean time, we also spend many for new clothes. Shopping mall full of people hunting their “preparation” for The Glorious Day. It will be never completed if we’re not wearing something new. For those who go mudik, this kind of preparation is an important thing. They would bring some goods for relatives at home. And mudik, often figured out as traveling hours in the traffic to reach home city, is an annual festival. You can also define mudik as an in-and-out Jakarta journey during one period of time in a year, which is the fasting month.
But we may forget the very meaning of Ramadan. Fasting means to be thankful of what you have currently. Fasting means to feel sufficient in our life. Fasting means to hold yourself from heavy-exposed of desires. Like what I often feel when breaking the fast: five pieces of date and a glass of hot sweet tea is enough to compensate whole day of not eating and drinking. We have been taught not to over-exploit things.
So, here we again into Idul Fitri — The Glorious Day. They said it’s the day when everybody is like a new born baby. It’s the day when people gather together, to forgive and to be forgiven from all their mistakes. And yes, I also like to celebrate the day with ease at mind and peace at heart. Minal aidin walfa idzin, guys!
*perhaps written in broken English, but that’s not because I’m fasting, so you know… 
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