The comfort of life in the midst of hardship.

I am fasting this time last year, but I have to work hard in the middle of fasting in Corona. But what to eat in the stomach that eats.

Today is the 12th day of Ramadan, it is very hot in our country. I fell asleep after doing seheri like every day. Like every day, I woke up today, went to the bathroom, freshened up, and left for the office. The weather this morning was quite good, which seems to be the same for twelve months for the employees of our company
owner under . Because we have to make all the preparations before 8 in the morning. So today it looks exactly like that. I finished my fast at 11 o'clock and it didn't feel like I was fasting at all, because I had to go to the office all day and stay inside the office, so I couldn't understand what was going on outside. So today it seemed to be very hot, nowhere seems to be getting cheaper, everything seems to be calm. I used to. I used to fast sometimes sometimes, sometimes 2-1 days a week. It is impossible to say how many times I used to look at the clock during these 2-1 days. I remember those days, it was very hot at that time, I was fasting, my mother was busy at work. I rode my bicycle home from school, it was very hot and after a while I saw my mother picking boiled rice. There is a small pool in a gap in the corner of our house. So I went and helped my mother. Shortly afterwards, it is time for Iftar, a middle-class family iftar, such as lemon, sugar and tasty saline tubewells in cold water, which is drunk after returning from work to bring a different kind of relief to the body. And some fried murris with some iftar items bought in the shop, so iftar with that.
In fact, when I was a child, I realized who I was and thought about peace.
Which I didn't realize in a single day from the beginning of Ramadan, which I realized a lot today at Iftar. Although it is really hard, it is true that it is true for us or me - it is true that natural happiness can be enjoyed with feeling only when it is achieved in the midst of trouble. Happiness is actually a feeling that cannot be fully realized without suffering. In my opinion, happiness originates from suffering. Happiness without suffering is in fact no cheap peace. The more you suffer in anything, the more happiness will be realized or happiness will be found.
For example, today 11 Baishakh is a little hotter than other days, the month of Ramadan is therefore an office holiday at 4:30. I was feeling very tired today, but I came home and stabbed myself in the face with some questions called cheap.

At the end of the day, a sip of sherbet in Iftar is cheap. Which I got a few years ago for some reason, which reminded me of this extreme heat today. Today, if I hadn't been more tired, I would have felt a little too hot in the middle of Ramadan, and I would have forgotten in Ramadan that there is a different kind of peace. So I would emphasize that the main source of happiness and peace in the world is suffering, without which the phrase happiness and peace is useless.

Thanks everyone. To read the words shared by my writing.