Ramadan is here once again. I'm excited and worried about it all at the same time. Excited because it is such a beautiful time, but worried about the days and nights that I will be celebrating it alone. Celebrating Ramadan alone, and just practicing Islam alone in general can get the best of you sometimes and the isolation and fears really set in.
Last year was my 3rd Ramadan since I reverted, but the first that I actually got to celebrate it in with other people. I was so lucky to get to spend the first few days of Ramadan in Dubai, it was such a beautiful time with beautiful people and I learned so much. The day I had to leave to come back to Kentucky was so sad and bittersweet. I was happy to get to see my parents again but I missed hearing the athan and seeing the mosques and my friends before I had even left.
My flight left a little after midnight that night so I spent the day walking around Wafi mall so I could get a final adventure in before I had to leave. The mall was almost totally empty since everyone was at home celebrating Ramadan which gave me time to gather my thoughts and prepare myself to go back home to Kentucky. The last day of every trip when I am in Dubai is always the hardest and I just wanna stay curled up in my room and cry. This day was especially sad for me because I was finally feeling a connection to Ramadan and didn't want it to end. I wanted to feel Ramadan around me every minute I was awake, because I knew that once I went back home it would just be me trying to fast and observe Ramadan the correct way by myself.
These are photos I took at Wafi during Ramadan last year, you can see how empty the mall was during the day.