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An Ode To Ramadan

My most favourite memory of hunger

was every day of my childhood

when I would be comforted by the whiff

of my mother's cooking

and then be surprised by a favourite dessert

she didn't mention she was preparing.

Isn't it beautiful

that we're given opportunities to be

spiritually hungry

and be surprised by the sweetness of lessons

He prepared us with?

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