Don’t know why but I deeply miss the days I spent Ramadan with my family—the times we prayed, cooked, and talked together.
I remember how my mom used to cook for us. Even when I only brought dates and water to the table (it was something so honorable for me) she would thank me and make long duas.
Everything felt different back then: warmer and more meaningful.🩷
It’s already my 4th Ramadan without them🥲
If you’re spending Ramadan with your family, just enjoy and appreciate it!
P.S My family lives in Tashkent region. Vahima qilib tashlamimiz😅
I remember how my mom used to cook for us. Even when I only brought dates and water to the table (it was something so honorable for me) she would thank me and make long duas.
Everything felt different back then: warmer and more meaningful.🩷
It’s already my 4th Ramadan without them🥲
If you’re spending Ramadan with your family, just enjoy and appreciate it!
P.S My family lives in Tashkent region. Vahima qilib tashlamimiz😅