Hello everyone, this week I am going to talk about my childhood memories of Ramadhan.
I was one of the little girls who was never easy to be trained to fast. During Ramadhan, all Muslims must fast from early morning until dawn. My parents taught me to fast since I was eight years old. However, when I was little I fast for just half a day until I was 11 years old.
Every single day, my mother will nag and nag asking me to try to fast for the whole day but I have always refused to do so. My mother would bribe me money or even things I love. The only reason I could not stand fasting for the whole day was because of milk. I drank milk until I was 12 years old. I do not mind if I do not eat or drink but milk was essential to me. My cousins and relatives would laugh at me for not fasting the whole day. But I still could not care less.
At last, when I was 11 years old I started to fast properly. My parents and my family were very proud of me. Until today, I am still laughing at myself for not trying to fast properly when I was little. I guess it was one of the good memories in my life. I hope all of you have one too. That is it for now. Bye!