Arafat day this year
Friday is Arafat day.... I remember last Arafat eve, I stumbled across "unorthodox" on Netflix... It was about a jew who escaped her religious husband and family and traveled to live a more modern and free life.. The story was so interesting, and I sort of saw myself between the lines, that I slept around dawn because I kept watching a part after another..Then on Arafat day, I still woke up early, and was not planning to leave the house, but when i got out of my room and found the kitchen's light off, I sort of got pissed off and decided to leave the house for the day..
Why would the switched light piss me off? Because Arafat is a day when we are supposed to fast.. Usually the kitchen light at this hour would be on, so when it was off, I felt it was like a statement, no eating or drinking today. My brother had come to the house as he always does on holidays and was sitting with my mother in the living room. I left the house in the morning, and I felt they were looking at me in disapproval as in, where is she going, it is fasting day.
I spent the day at Starbucks.. I remember I had fun that day, because Starbucks was empty and quiet since most people are fasting.. yet it is not ramadan sort of prohibition, so eating publicly was not an issue. Best of two worlds.. Had I stayed at the house, I would have been unable to freely eat and would have been depressed and feeling restricted.
Idk why i feel like repeating the same routine this year too of going to starbucks in the morning.. even though this time, I can freely eat and drink.. but I feel a strange feeling of wanting to repeat the routine... only my mother is not there.
Why would the switched light piss me off? Because Arafat is a day when we are supposed to fast.. Usually the kitchen light at this hour would be on, so when it was off, I felt it was like a statement, no eating or drinking today. My brother had come to the house as he always does on holidays and was sitting with my mother in the living room. I left the house in the morning, and I felt they were looking at me in disapproval as in, where is she going, it is fasting day.
I spent the day at Starbucks.. I remember I had fun that day, because Starbucks was empty and quiet since most people are fasting.. yet it is not ramadan sort of prohibition, so eating publicly was not an issue. Best of two worlds.. Had I stayed at the house, I would have been unable to freely eat and would have been depressed and feeling restricted.
Idk why i feel like repeating the same routine this year too of going to starbucks in the morning.. even though this time, I can freely eat and drink.. but I feel a strange feeling of wanting to repeat the routine... only my mother is not there.
31-35, F
