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Ramadan Dreams: Holding Onto Home

It's almost Ramadan, and I'm decorating my childhood home. It's a place filled with warm memories, a place that's always felt like a haven, and always will. While I don't observe the fast and I wouldn't call myself religious, Ramadan has become synonymous with a comforting nostalgia. It brings back memories of family gatherings before things changed, and simpler times with less commercialized entertainment. And my lovely grandmother was still with us...

Putting up the decorations is a way to reconnect with those feelings, even if for a short while. However, this home I cherish is under threat of being sold by my father. It's a source of frustration, especially since I work hard to avoid living with my parents at this age. But economic realities can be harsh. And other aspects of life can be too.

Despite the challenges, I'm searching for pockets of joy amidst the uncertainty. Potential buyers come through, interested in acquiring not just a house, but the priceless memories held within its walls. Explaining my emotional attachment feels futile at times, almost feeding into a sense of helplessness.

Yet, there's solace in the company of my cats. Their playful curiosity is a source of comfort. I find myself confiding in them, expressing a frustration with human nature - the capacity for narcissism and emotional cruelty that often goes unnoticed. And of course I am left with a "Meow!"

The scent of Ramadan spices might not fill this familiar kitchen next year. The future is unclear, filled with mixed emotions. But I resolve to stay positive, to find a way forward. Happiness and contentment won't be easy, but I'm determined to create them for myself.

Wishing everyone a joyous Ramadan 🌙❤️

Girl