Perhaps it is absurd of me to think that Ramadan will ever be a time of peace and refection. From the moment I converted, my patience, my love for Islam and my faith have been constantly tested. Beyond the struggle of belonging to a non-Muslim family, the reconciliation of new acquired identities and the challenges of trying to fit in mainstream Muslim communities, this year I started Ramadan off surrounded by death.
As the month of Ramadan approached, and I prepared to fast, I lost my life partner in a sudden accident. He was planning to travel from Saudi Arabia to Canada and visit me this summer after Ramadan; but just a few days ago he was in a car accident. The news came as a shock to all who knew him…he was young, full of life and had many dreams.
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