Category Archive: Ramadan

Fasting 5K: Fulfilling Like a 50K

On Saturday, I joined a friend for the Washington D.C. Fasting 5k, a run for charity in Ramadan. When I arrived it felt like the start of a trail marathon. There was a… Continue reading

Muhammad Ali The Servant

“How long is eternity?” Muhammad Ali asked and answered, “Let’s imagine, take the Sahara Desert. There’s a lot of sand on the Sahara Desert. Now imagine, that one grain of sand represents one… Continue reading

Wheel of Ramadan

Today I wrote down my goals for Ramadan. At first, all I could think of was increasing religious acts—I put numbers on verses of the Quran to memorize, chapters to read, and rounds… Continue reading

Ramadan Snapshots

On the first day of Ramadan, I get hungry and thirsty. However, that’s not point of fasting. God does not need my hunger or my thirst. Rather, God gives Ramadan to those who… Continue reading

My Ideal Ramadan

“Two minutes left,” we hear, and right hands fly in the air, lifting the last of the day’s liquid to the lips. The gulping of water down throats becomes a familiar sound. Time.… Continue reading

Eid: A Gift from God

On Eid Al-Fitr, a date in the morning feels like the best thing in the world: soft and chewy, and best of all, something sweet during daylight, after a month of fasting.  Eid… Continue reading

The Finish: Run for It

There are two ways to finish a race: 1. You seek the finish. Before you know it your tired legs are kicking without pause like the wheels of a bicycle at the speed… Continue reading

A Period for a Lady Runner in Ramadan

Islam exempts menstruating women from fasting in Ramadan. This rule makes sense—during a period, we are losing blood, and therefore ought not to refrain from food and water. So most women get about… Continue reading

The Ramadan Race

Sometimes Ramadan feels like one big race: the races of the morning: to finish eating prior to dawn, to nap before work, to get to work on time; the races with sunset deadlines:… Continue reading

How to Run in Ramadan

Today on my run, a father pointed at me and shouted “She’s jogging and fasting! Look!” His whole family stared as I struggled up the hill and smiled. I prefer the term running,… Continue reading