This may sound offbeat, but often Ramadan conjures up memories of my grandmother. It reminds me of not only of how much I miss her, but of how she is greatly responsible for my decision to embrace Islam. Few people in my life have shaped my concepts of how to treat others and accept life’s tests as she has. I’ve probably drafted five posts on how important her influence has been, but my usual ability to hash out thoughts is at half-capacity. I don’t think she will ever know what an influence she has had on me. I honestly would have never felt a connection to Islam if it weren’t for her. I would not be fasting. Being raised in a religiously neutral home, she was my earliest and strongest exposure to religious practice. She made it alright. 

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  1. coffeeandblueprints said: Beautiful post, Ramadan Kareem
  2. heartbreaksandwich said: Well said. Let this post live!!
  3. seinedoll said: This is beautiful :-)
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