Two Minutes Before Iftar – Hunger, Silence & A White Moon

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Today something small happened… but it felt big to me.
It was exactly two or maybe three minutes before Iftar. I was fasting the whole day. Honestly, today the hunger felt stronger than usual. My head was a little heavy, lips dry, and I kept looking at the time again and again. Those last few minutes of Roza always feel longer than the whole day. I don’t know why.
Instead of sitting near the table waiting for food, I went up to the rooftop. I just needed some air. The sky was very simple, almost empty. And there it was — the moon. A clean white circle in a soft grey-blue sky.
For a moment I forgot my hunger.
I quickly took out my phone — my simple Infinix Hot 40 — and thought, why not capture this? I don’t have a fancy camera. Just a normal phone. But the moon didn’t care about camera quality. It was shining the same way.
Below the moon you can see wires crossing each other, unfinished bricks on the rooftop, normal buildings. That is real life. A bit messy. A bit incomplete. Just like us during fasting — a little tired, a little weak, but still standing.
Those last two minutes before Iftar are strange. Your stomach is empty but your heart feels full. You are waiting for food, but at the same time you are talking to Allah in your heart. Making small duas. Thinking about life. Thinking about Rizq. Thinking about how many people might not even have food to open their fast.
Standing there, I realized something small… hunger makes you humble.
All day we eat whenever we want. But in Roza, you stop. You control yourself. And in those final minutes, even a simple date feels like a luxury.
The moon looked calm. Like it has watched millions of people open their fast before me. It didn’t rush. It didn’t complain. It just stayed there quietly.
The Adhan was about to happen. I took the pictures quickly and went downstairs.
Food was waiting.
But honestly… those two quiet minutes under the moon felt more powerful than the food itself.
Sometimes peace comes in small moments.
And today, it came two minutes before Iftar.