The Ramadhan Diaries

Fasting in London and beyond

Ramadhan 2019 – It’s here

Ramadhan 2019.

Where did the year go? Where did the years go since the last time I blogged on here? It’s been a few.

That’s just the thing with years. If you don’t keep track of them they will speed past like a bullet train and all you’ll remember is the blur.

I’m going to blog through the month. Again. I want to see how far into Ramadan I can keep up a daily burst of content.

The last 12 months have been varied and challenging in a whole host of ways.

This time last year I was in Panama on an island with no contact to the outside world. By now I had found water with Martin Kemp. I had looked after James Cracknell and Anthony Ogogo who were suffering from abdominal pain and diarrhoea. I had hung out looking for limpets with Jo Wood and I had steri-striped Pete Wick’s finger together which he later tried to loose again when a shark bit him. I had looked after Eric Roberts and his headaches and visual black spot. Montana Brown had been super kind when she came to talk to me when I was having a bit of a moment.

Meeting all these people came about because I was on the Bear Grylls Celebrity Island series and we’d met Bear just a few days before.

We had no food and had to filter water to make sure we had enough to survive on. But it wasn’t like fasting all day.

I missed a large part of Ramadan back at home with my family and husband last year. It feels pretty special to be home with hubby from day one. I think this is the first one where we have been home together for the start of the month. Last year it was Panama, and the year before I was working in Bangor ED. Finally feeling a bit married now even though it’s our 3rd year.

It’s also been a hard 12 months in terms of navigating the new normal with family. My parents have been unwell loads and I’ve spent a ton of time in hospital with them. Flash backs to some of my scariest days with both of them are still pretty raw and make my knees feel like jelly when I linger over them.

And so with all this in mind, I’m so blessed to have the chance to contemplate and repent, to pray and worship and to be thankful. It’s Ramadan and this is the month to stop. Take a moment. Get closer to God in a way that you have not had a chance to all year, because life has been happening around you.

Ramadan Mubarek.

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