It wasn't hardcore enough this year. Yet it had a keen feel to it and I certainly intend on including fasting in my weekly routine.
Today is a Aid with no particular flashy colors, except the fading ones of the henna on my hands and the sober ones of my uncle's living room where I hung out for most of the day.
And tomorrow, I'm departing. And then departing, and then departing, and then maybe departing, and then departing, and then maybe departing...
I feel sleepy. Good night. But meanwhile, here is a more articulate piece on 2015's Ramadan.