Iftar

Buka-puasa-di-rumah sounds different from year to year. When I was on high school, it sounded normal. By normal, I meant I did it as a daily routine during Ramadan. Nothing wrong, nothing special with it. Having iftar at home with ibu, bapak, and my sisters was something I was not so thankful for because I thought that it was an ordinariness.

When I was a college student, having iftar at home was something boring. I had a lot of schedule to have iftar with many groups friends. I hardly had iftar at home. I had a great enthusiasm to have iftar in different place each day. And so happy taking picture with my different friends from day to day.

And in this Ramadan, I think that having iftar at home is the best idea to have each day. This my first Ramadan as an employee. I go to work right after fajr pray and come home after maghrib. It is so hard for me to have iftar at home. Once I have it, it becomes something so precious no matter what I have for breakfasting. I become more emotionally sad when I have to have iftar on road after work. Some days ago, I had iftar on train when I was on my way to home. No water, no takjil, standing among lot of people, crowded. Imagine it. It was okay for me to stand along the road on train. It was okay for me to have longer fasting. It was okay for me to be among crowd. But it saddened me when I remembered how I was not so thankful for having iftar at home with my family. The older I get, the more I need to be without boisterousness.