Pining for my friend - Ramadan...

Today I felt like writing something personal. Ramadan is coming soon and to be honest I'm waiting for it quite eagerly and with different emotions. I feel tired, drawn out and hollow. The daily battles I have within myself have taken their toll, what with my nafs repeatedly breaking out of the chains that I now have to reapply almost every morning - like bandages to a wound that refuses to heal. Fasting washes over this arrogant nafs like a tsunami of righteousness, unforgiving, austere and cleansing. It will be so good to feel human again, with desire, selfishness and ego too tired to raise their heads. When Ramadan comes, I turn inwards, I forget all these things, and just struggle with fulfilling my obligations, keeping my own soul clean. Ramadan...that friend who is so hard to endure and so hard to wait for. Never have I felt so beautiful a burden...