Another Ramadan has arrived, but this time it's different.

Another Ramadan has arrived, but this time it's different.  

For us Muslims, Ramadan is like the arrival of a beloved guest to our home. Despite enduring hunger and thirst throughout the day, starting to eat when the sun sets, being invited to meals by other Muslims, enjoying evening entertainments, and feeling the urge to help those who are hungry and poor... Ramadan is, indeed, a month of brotherhood. Ramadan is not just about fasting; it's about the essence of worship, recognizing vulnerability, seeing equality among people, seeking out and feeding the poor, and learning patience.  

However, for years, a system has been built against the divine and religion, starting to educate our children with mobile phones from the ages of 1-2, distancing them from us in their youth, trying to take away this joy from them. Still, thankfully, the majority still carry this joy within them.  

A community that has suffered in the past is still slaughtering the noble community that invites them into their homes. And this Ramadan, seeing their hunger, we've become too ashamed even to break our fast. Humanity is unable, because someone has made them and their leaders helpless.  

When I fast and crave water, I immediately remember those who are thirsty, and I feel ashamed of myself. When I am hungry, I think about how often they might have managed to eat in the past week and feel ashamed.  

A community under bombs, without water, doctors, or hospitals; the Palestinians...  

Don't those who remain silent today think that this could happen to them tomorrow?  

Unfortunately, it's Ramadan, but a sorrowful Ramadan...  

May Allah grant us all the awakening.