PUASA SUNAT: A LONELY “HUNGER GAMES” STORY

Let’s be honest: fasting outside of Ramadan sounds noble in theory. But in practice? It’s tough.

In Ramadan, everyone’s in it together. You’re hungry? So is everyone else.
Outside of Ramadan? You’re the lone wolf while your friends happily devour croissants like they’re starring in a pastry commercial.

During Ramadan, you wake up for sahur with military precision.
Outside of it? You set your alarm... and hit snooze seven times.
You wake up at 9am with dry lips, an empty stomach, and a vague sense that you’ve made a terrible mistake.

When you’re fasting in Ramadan, you’re spiritually pumped. You feel like a pious superhero.
Outside of Ramadan, though? You’re still righteous—just a bit slower, a lot sleepier, and the siren call of Netflix after Isyak is real.

In Ramadan, there’s samosas, dates, biryani, and desserts named after Turkish soap operas—the full spread.

Outside of Ramadan: you break your fast with a glass of water and a bun, because surprise—nobody knew you were fasting. Including you, until noon.

Try fasting on a random Monday? That’s exactly when your friend will invite you to lunch.
And when you say, “Sorry, I’m fasting,” they squint at you with confusion. 

“Wait … isn’t Ramadan over?”
You try to explain what puasa sunat is about, and they look at you like you had just sworn off eating.

During Ramadan, the mosque is alive—the Quran is recited melodiously, the prayer rows are packed, the vibes are unmatched.
Outside of Ramadan? You pray Isyak at home, alone.

Still, fasting outside of Ramadan builds real discipline.
It’s quiet. It's personal. It’s sincere.
And maybe, just maybe, if you keep it up on Mondays and Thursdays … Bedouin may just have a samosa with your name on it.

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