Ramadan Reflections I was married barely a couple of months back in 2011 when I experienced my first Ramadan. My husband and I were in the US at the time and I still remember eating cold pizza from the night before for sehri in our hotel room. The first few days were spent there before we returned to Ireland. My husband prayed taraweeh (special night prayers during the month of Ramadan) in the mosque and one day I decided to go with him too. Bad idea. I was not prepared for what taraweeh encompassed! The long prayers of which I could barely understand anything, and the sound of women sobbing during prayers completely overwhelmed me. I have come to realise that Islam is a process; it is a journey personal to a believer and must be undertaken at one's own pace. What baffled me most was that I, an avid foodie who needs to eat and drink very often, managed to fast without feeling very hungry and thirsty and that was accomplishment enough for me. I had only ever read and seen o...
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Salam people! Did you know there are no Punjabi Muslims in India? Or barely any? I mean Punjabi as in ethnically and culturally Punjabi. Not Muslims who are living in Indian Punjab. And that's because Partition. 1947. Punjabi Muslims migrated/left for Pakistan and Punjabi Hindus and Sikhs migrated to India. Ive always wondered what it would've been like if Punjabi Muslims coexisted with Punjabi Hindus and Sikhs in India. For every other state you have peoples of various religions-so you have Kerala Hindus and Kerala Muslims, Gujarati Hindus and Gujarati Muslims and so on. I was born in a Hindu Punjabi family and identify as Punjabi. Destiny had it that I married a Muslim and adopted my husband's religion. So here I am. Punjabi. Indian. Muslim. This blog here is my attempt to navigate my identity and to share what its like when you take a path less travelled; when you dance to a different tune.