Restrict myself from eating, drinking, smoking, sex, talking shit for a whole month? I don’t know if I could do that, they are maybe all my favourite things.
For many, this month is one that is about purification. For Muslims all over the world, Ramadan has arrived and many are now a week in almost. I managed one day on Monday. I did it to show support to my friend Mohammed and to see if I could. It”s not the hunger aspect, thats calm, I can not eat surprisingly, it’s the no water. I got cranky.
I am not too religious, I wasn’t brought up in a religious household. In fact I saw false religion growing up, more so out of fitting in or maintaining friendships. But this small chat isn’t about negativity so let’s put that to bed.
But I do very well respect religion in the sense of true faith. I have been reading about ancient Sumerian and the Annunaki which supposedly are the creators of the human race and that many stories in the Bible stem from their culture 12,000 years ago. But again, this piece isn’t about that. Maybe if I get educated enough on it I will talk about that, another time.
Uber is fantastic. It’s life changing and allows me to be a lazy fuck. I myself am on an Uber purge; essential journeys only (this time two suitcases). More so, it’s an intimate period of time where you pay to safely arrive at your destination. I always try and chat to drivers, I have heard some insane stories whilst sat in an electric car.
My driver was from Kabul, Afghanistan and has lived in London for 20 years. He had tired eyes. He was fasting. I asked him how does he work such long hours whilst fasting and he simply said one word. God. This is the destiny given to him from God so he is thankful and is thankful that Allah keeps him safe.
He told me he misses his family and wishes he could see them in the two hours it takes me to see mine. He moved over here to escape the situation in Kabul. His parents worked hard to give him an education, food and clothing.
His eyes lit up when he talked about his children and wife. He works 8-8 everyday, driving all day to support his family.
When I asked him what he loved about London he answered nothing for himself. But what he loved was seeing his children happy and playing at the park, something he wouldn’t be able to enjoy if he had raised his family in Afghanistan.
I don’t need to know anymore about him. In that short journey I knew that he is a true person. That he would do anything for the happiness of his family.
At a time where I am fed up of London, somebody like this guy enters my life to remind me how lucky I truly am.
I didn’t eat breakfast or even have a drink this morning, I arrived at Euston 4 minutes before my train left. There is no shop on the train, I guess I’m fasting. Coincidence?