It is a Ramadan of tears and heartbreak. I feel unwell and I fear death. It has been almost 180 days since I last had any proper sleep. I feel like I have aged considerably in that period. I am pale and my spirits are low.
During the first week of Ramadan, a vase kept falling down. The vase had no flowers in it. There was something about the way that vase kept falling which broke my heart. Every time…..more