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Personal Narrative: The True Colors Of Ramadan

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The True Colors Of Ramadan
It was a bright summer morning, I just woke up, the birds melodies produced beautiful tunes in the early morning, the morning that I will finish my last proper day of fasting. My mouth dry and in need for water, my stomach in need of food and the everlasting ache in my stomach lasted forever, but I was sure that this Ramadan would be my best ever this was the time when it was serious and there wasn’t fooling, I felt certain that I could do this. I walked across the kitchen door the aroma of food startled desire grew into my every action but ignored my thoughts and went to the living finding any distraction, I headed towards the sofa and switched on the TV looking for any distraction I could find, I was lucky enough …show more content…

I knew we were going to see my aunt, I was so happy I dashed to my room wore the jalabiya and went to the car and sat down my father looked at me astonished and said.
“Did you eat” giggling I replied?
“No I swear” after a while my brothers came and we left, in the way I noticed the poorest people fasting I couldn’t believe it I felt gilt when I was whining. We reached my aunt’s house without hesitating I dashed through the door and into my aunts. She asked
How are you I spoke back?
Fine I went in my aunt’s house and the Ramadan vibe around me the music around me and the tantalizing scent of bakkor around me, I went to my cousins and they asked me.
“Do you wana play” I replied
“Ya sure” I raced to the basketball court the scent still in the air, after hour of playing we went inside my aunts asked us
Do you guys want to give out the Ramadan zakat I replied?
I would like to but in my mind I never knew what it was, the rest of the family agreed to go to, we headed our and gave poor people bags, my said to me
“These are bags of aid” I my mind I felt better; I saw many people smiling with joy I thought that I have made many people joyful. After we went back home I was very tired and in the same time

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