It's dusk now as I'm writing this and Ramadan is here once again. It just seems so surreal to me how time flies - it cannot since be one Islamic year already. I still have vivid memories of last year's Ramadan. Just before the start of the fasting month, I was given the news that I was going to be furloughed for a few weeks. While I didn't like the sound of that initially, I was feeling fortunate for the first time ever in more than a decade or so, I was given this opportunity of spending the holy month without having to work, study or being involved in some kind of "formal vocation". Just me and the holy month - adjusting to the longer hours, focusing on the little goals I've got, preparing meals, performing worship as husband and wife for the first time. I haven't had time to fully process through the year, but time waits for no one. I'm here once again. To be honest, I'm feeling a tad anxious because this time round, I am working. This shoul...