I’ve been fasting during daylight for five days. I sleep most of the day anyways because I stay out late, like the rest of town. After the first day I fasted, the women I told first congratulated me, quickly followed by a question. Would I fast tomorrow? I said I would fast if I wanted to. And one friend said it wasn’t about wanting to; it's about discipline. To them the discipline represents a purge from sin and a connection with Allah.
For them, fasting is a given. For me, it’s an option. I have to find a purpose for my fast or it’s just not eating. When I'm tempted to eat, I don't feel a reason not to. So I’m going to fast for the rest of Ramadan to represent all of the things I have thought I wanted or needed but didn’t. Deciphering between desire and necessity will only strengthen my relationships with the things and people I actually need. Because a sacrifice has no meaning without a dedication. If you sacrifice your favorite food, for nothing or no one, then you might as well just eat it.
I’m not eating pancakes right now because I want them, but I don’t need them. My fast is dedicated to all of the pancakes in my life.