As most of you know it is the Ramadan season, so I got to visit my relatives, in Karak, after a long time. Although I had a busy schedule, but thanks to the work-from-home scenario, I got to enjoy some free time. The house felt lively, full of conversations, laughter and all in between.
It was around 2:30 PM, when out of nowhere, we decided to go for some fishing. Since the dam was not too far from the house - around 4-km - so we decided to walk there instead of taking any vehicle. The weather was somewhat pleasant. Somewhat? Yes, because I would be lying if I said it was a perfect decision. As we were fasting, and the summer season is almost here. So yeah 馃ゲ. But, I must say, walking together felt more meaningful than simply driving there. It gave us time to reconnect, like old times.
When we reached the dam, the view was calm and peaceful. The water was still, reflecting the colors of the evening sky.
Some of us brought fishing gear, so naturally we decided to try our luck. And I was the unlucky one, or I should say inexperienced one. As this was my first time, living this experience.
So I am just going to make an excuse: fishing is not really about catching fish; it is more about sitting quietly, waiting and enjoying the company around you.
Some of us were more serious about it, while others were just there for the fun of it. Thanks to the serious one, we managed to catch a few, enough for the company present there.
That side-eye look :)
While a few of us focused on fishing, the others started preparing for iftar. Instead of bringing everything ready made from home, we decided to cook some of it ourselves. It was a simple setup, nothing extra ordinary. Someone arranged the fire - actually the gas cylinder. Someone cleaned the fish we managed to catch and others handled the small tasks like cutting vegetables and preparing the basic ingredients i.e. Masala.
Meanwhile, the sun slowly began to set, and the sky turned into shades of orange and purple which is known as 'Layl'.
As the time for iftar approached, we gathered near the water with the food ready in front of us. Dates, some freshly cooked items and a few snacks we had brought along. When the azan (prayer call) echoed from a nearby mosque, we all paused for a moment and then broke our fast together. After a long day of fasting and walk, that first sip of water always feels refreshing, but sharing it with family in such a peaceful place made it even more memorable especially for me.
After iftar, we sat around for a while longer: talking, laughing and enjoying the cool evening breeze. Some continued fishing while others simply relaxed and watched the water.
Sometimes the best memories are not about big plans or expensive outlook. They come from small gatherings like this, walking to a nearby dam, fishing with family, cooking together and sharing iftar under the open sky during Ramadan.
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Peace 馃晩
