Let me begin by telling you I am a Christian. To me, faith by definition cannot be proved so I’ve simply believed in what I feel and observe. Therefore I find it extremely important to explore, observer, and consider.
Having been raised in a Buddhist family I’ve always been open to exploring other faiths. How can you truly know how strong your faith is if you can’t explore other faiths to verify your own decision. If I had never explored, I would either be agnostic or what many people are: their parent’s religion. I was just recently reminded of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave (think Matrix) and if my beliefs are truly incorrect, I want to know. Back to the story at hand:
I recently met and became rather good friends with two wonderful people of Pakistani decent. They happen to both be Muslim. So for most of August, they were going to observe Ramadan. Being the exploratory type of person, I decided to join in on the fasting (solidarity). I learned a few things and wanted to share my experience.
Ramadan is a time for fasting and prayer. The fast begins prior to daylight (which is before sunrise) and ends at sunset. During the light hours you refrain from eating, drinking, and perhaps some other stuff (including chewing gum). It is a time to reflect and I took full opportunity of that. By far the hardest part was not drinking. Hunger you deal with and your body eventually just adjusts to eating before and after the fasting hours. However, not drinking meant your mouth was dry the whole day and you never forgot you were fasting.
Things I learned and contemplated:
1. For starters you start to consider how much of your life revolves around food and drink. You plan your day around lunch and dinner. You socialize and just hang out with people surrounding food. People go out for drinks. You start to realize how spoiled you are. People around the world work and search for food and I’m wasting and using food as entertainment. You reflect on the blessing that is clean running water. You just look at the world differently and thank God for all that you already have.
2. You realize how weak you are. I failed at fasting on many occasions and didn’t even observe it on most weekends.
3. Your body adapts to situations pretty quickly. My appetite changed in only a few days and I was naturally waking up before dawn because I was hungry and needed to eat, regardless of the fact that I didn’t eat dinner the night before until after sunset. The body is an amazing mechanism.
4. I enjoy trying new things, religious or not. This situation was no different.
Overall I had a good experience. Even though Ramadan is an Islamic practice, fasting is observed in multiple occasions in Christianity. Did I find myself less of a Christian during the fast? Not at all, but I did find myself appreciating life and what I have been given, something I appreciated being raised Buddhist (contentment) and being Christian (blessings).




