My mom was always the first one awake during ramadan. She would set her alarm and start cooking and she woukd wake us up for suhoor when the food was almost done so that it would be nice and hot when we came down. We would eat and make jokes about the sleepiest and grumpiest person at the table that morning or losten to stories from my parents’ childhoods and then we would go back up and pray fajr and go back to sleep. And she would be the last one awake, tidying up the kitchen and putting things away. I miss those days with her. With my famoly. Now I’m older and i’m the one making suhoor for my family. But man, I miss those times with my mom and dad and my siblings 🥹 anyways here’s me preparing overnight oats for suhoor
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