22/02/2026
Watching Ammu have Iftar alone from miles away makes me reminisce about the hustle and bustle of the Ramadans we shared in that same spot decades ago.
My little sister used to sit next to Ammu, with me right beside her. My father sat exactly opposite Ammu, and my other two sisters sat next to Abbu.
We each had a dedicated spot, and there was hardly any space between us; we all squeezed in as close as possible.
The table would be covered from one corner to the other, with food filling every inch. We siblings used to fight over the Jelapi and we needed almost a kilogram every single day, you heard that right! Now, I can’t find that same taste anymore; I can’t even remember the last time I had one.
And how could I forget the TV playing in the background? Especially BTV, and those Islamic songs that played right after the Maghrib Azan.
Now, each of us has moved out, and my father is beyond our reach. May Allah grant Abbu a place in Jannah. But my mother has been left behind, alone.
If you are still with your siblings and parents, cherish every second of it because this time will never come back again.
©Hasan Md Sayad
