Yes, not even water: a Muslim student reflects on Ramadan
I blearily stumble out of bed and fumble around for my phone to silence the aggravatingly ear-piercing alarm emitting from it. It reads 4:00 am. Heading into the kitchen, I carefully pour a glass of water as my eyes adjust to the lighting. A warm aura surrounds the stove, where breakfast is being made and a comforting pot of tea is brewing. As dawn approaches, my family sits down together to share our meal, aware of the impending sunrise. I take one last sip of water just before the adhan (Muslim call to prayer) rings out from my prayer app. Pulling a scarf over my hair, I perform the morning...