Field notes on homes.
And other things.
I advise others on property decisions in Singapore. I also write. This space sits somewhere in between the two.
I arrived at a mosque that was quiet. It was serene. Despite being the penultimate night of terawih, the mosque was not overly packed. The night was cool and I was comfortable.
After eight rakaats of terawih, I turned to the bhai beside me and asked, “This mosque do eight or twenty?”
The first fifteen nights of Ramadan have passed. I can feel the Ramadan fatigue setting in. Time passes by more slowly during the day. Nights drag on a little longer, with each set of terawih requiring more rests in between.
My relationship with Ramadan has always been complicated. At the heart of it lies the one beverage that has part of my morning routine: coffee.