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Happy Ramadan

So there's only a few minutes until Monday is over. So this post is going to be short.

Ramadan is coming up. The Holy month of Ramadan begins this Friday. It's a time to pray, pray, and pray. It's a time to fast and think of all the blessings Allah has praised us with. It's a time to ask for forgiveness and mercy. It's the most exciting and important time of the year for Muslims all over the world.

A lot of people wonder why we fast. Have you ever asked yourself that? When you're young, your parents tell you it's so you can feel with the poor or it's just because Allah said we have to. Yes, both are right. But there's more to it. We fast because we are doing this one big thing for Allah so he can reward us with something even bigger. It's a test for us. It's a time for us to learn to control our temptations and learn patience. It's a time to change. Allah has given us this whole month to do everything for him. It's a window of opportunity that we must take advantage of.

I'm excited most of all because this will be my first Ramadan on the blog and I'm doing something extra special. Every other day (or just a few days a week), I'll be posting a hadeeth from the Prophet (S) and explaining how it'll relate to our lives. It'll give us some insight on how our lives should be and teach us a lot from our role model. I hope you're all as excited as I am :)

Happy Ramadan :)

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