They say that sleep deprivation can have a similar effect to being drunk in terms of impairment of your body’s ability to function.
As I may have mentioned in an earlier post I’ve started to make friends with the snooze button on my alarm. In fact we go way back to the days of sprinting out the door to get to anywhere I needed to be early in the morning. We interacted several times this morning. Enough to have me sprinting out of the house to be blinded by the sunlight. I knew I’d forgotten something… left my sunnies at work as usual. Stumbled a little towards the bus stop, cursed my lack of coordination for anything other than pushing the snooze button, then discovered that said shuttle bus wasn’t there yet. I was a little early. I have a feeling it’s going to take me a bit to settle into the day.
Ramadan has started and we’re doing our best to adjust to the different cultural etiquette that comes into play during the next lunar cycle. Us girls have to cover our shoulders and preferably our elbows but luckily don’t need to worry about a headscarf or anything like that. We can wear skirts as long as they cover the knees (even while sitting) but pants are preferable. The boys are lucky because they get to wear t-shirts (they have to keep their shoulders covered too) and they even get to wear shorts at work. In public they have to be wearing long pants. Eating & drinking in public during the day is a no-no. Water is okay if you’re working in the sun. Chewing gum is not allowed either. Aside from those courtesies and horrible traffic at around 6pm when everyone rushes to the mosques to pray and break their fast after the final prayer, I haven’t really seen much else of the celebration.
This Friday I’m going to try and go to the Corniche to check out some of the Ramadan tents. They’re meant to be amazing.
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Sares, It is a long time since you saw me- three months already! It's funny, while we may have gone three months in Melbourne without seeing eachother, people are still only a text message away.
I haven't had to adjust my clothing, as I've always had to cover shoulders and knees here. Some muslim girls who don't normally do so are now covering their heads, but that's all. Of course also no eating or drinking in public, restaurants found to be open are fined. And at least here, there is little celebration to be seen if you're not muslim. Families get together to break the fast and pray, but there will be no public celebration until Idul Fitri/ Lebaran. This makes Ramadhan a bit trying for someone who isn't Muslim and has no ties in a country which is full opf people gathering with their families. But only a week and a half to go, I can do it. Today I am telling myself "I can do it" a lot- I am fasting. Wish me luck.
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