29 Ramadhan 1433
An end to fasting, for this year at least, is in sight. On this final afternoon of Ramadhan I'm feeling tired and vulnerable. And that's how I've felt for almost all the month. A feeling I welcome as a fundamental truth about the self.
This month has been, disconcertingly, about such fundamentals - the foundations of the self.
We are built on sand. If we're lucky we can prevent it shifting too far. If we are lucky it doesn't cave in.
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