Letter to Erin 20150617

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

So tomorrow is Ramadan.  That's Thursday.  Today is my Mom's birthday.  Of course it means something, she's my Mom!  Happy Birthday Mom!  I bought her a new headscarf.  I love you, Mom!  But tomorrow is when the fasting month begins.  What will you be doing?  While it's true that I cannot be married to a non-Muslim, if you were to conduct worship just to please me and/or to show off to people, then don't even bother.  What God cares about is your sincerity, and so do I.  But if you are sincere, then don't call it a diet.  Call it "fasting".  This is where you abstain from food, drink, and sexual activity from dawn to sunset.  Don't swear or pick your nose, either.  The day before and before dawn of the fast, voice in your heart, "I hereby fast tomorrow, this month of Ramadan of this year, for the sake of Allah, the Most High."  If you are on your period, then you are exempted from fasting, but you must make the day/days up later before the next Ramadan.

Ow, I hurt my back somehow.  Maybe I did my scrunchies, I mean crunches, wrong.  No, I think it was all the time I spent on the seat of my motorcycle.  For dinner, it was rice with tofu cooked in a sauce made of sweet bean paste, sugar, hot pepper puree, garlic, onion, ginger, chillis, sugar, and palm oil, with finely sliced steak sprinkled on top.  Very delicious, and very filling.  Alhamdulillah.  I wish you had joined me for dinner, because I'm stuffed right now.  Time to relax.  Erin I love you, and I need you.