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If I told you that I had no idea what it meant to be hungry, would you think me weird, or silly, Or maybe that I’m just being naughty, or wait let me guess you’ll think that I was craving attention and couldn’t figure out a better way to get it because it’s totally unreasonable to insist on not knowing what hunger was, or is it? I know that some people will agree with me in that even they haven’t ever had a want for food, not even once!
Now let’s not get on over our heads, alright? If nothing else, one thing of which you can be certain is that I am a Muslim and so even if I were some royalty who never wants for anything -which I’m not – then you know that I fast for at least 30 days a year -yup, it’s compulsory – so now you know that it’s impossible that I’ve never been hungry. 

Hum! So what exactly is this post about really? I mean I start off saying I don’t know what it meant to be hungry and now I’m saying that I’ve definitely been hungry before, why does it sound so complicated and a little ridiculous? 

It’s ridiculous alright, even I feel as such but I really don’t know what hunger is, now you must know that there is a difference between being hungry and knowing that you’re hungry. What I’m saying is that I get hungry but I never recognize the feeling, I never understand it, I don’t know it, I just know that sometimes I feel severe headache that no drug could cure, or I might notice my body shaking of its own volition, or that I was feeling dizzy without being sick, and not once have I ever suspected that it was hunger, not until someone makes me eat and the horrid feeling evaporates will I realize that it was hunger all along. 

What do you take of that? Do you think that I’m a little stupid or silly for not realizing that I was hungry? I’ll tell you what, I’m neither stupid nor silly, I just always thought that hunger would manifest as a kind of sensation in my tummy and I would just know that I’m hungry, but it rarely ever happened that way if it ever did, and in my quest for the reason for this I have come to the conclusion that maybe, just maybe I got a little too used to it, so much so that I don’t recognize it until its passed the stage of hunger to starvation and now manifests as the headache or the dizziness and shaky body. I remember a time when things were like that, when you only ate what you saw and never what you wanted, me being weird as I am never did quite want anything but there were several things that I didn’t want and I remember that it was always those things that we had, so I would just not eat, I wouldn’t whine or anything, hell there wasn’t even enough to go round so it was unlikely that anyone would notice that I didn’t eat, I remember that we never had lunch, I guess it’s why I still don’t eat lunch – even when I can afford to – I remember feeling weak to my bones, I remember wanting for food to eat, I remember a lot but strangely I don’t remember being hungry, I guess it must have become a part of me at some point. Now there is enough to go round and some left overs, I’m certain of a meal for dinner and the next days breakfast, I even get to choose sometimes but still I remember, because if I always remembered then I would know how that poor hungry kid on the street must be feeling, and I would be kind to people who had the guts to ask rather starve, I would understand why a kid would steal food -though I don’t approve of it, I can reason why an elder would go to any unspeakable length to feed his younger ones, even though I don’t approve of it, I understand. So I would be kind still, I may not know what it is to be hungry but I’ve sure felt the effect of it and I must say that it isn’t very pleasant, actually it isn’t pleasant at all. 

Thus, I’m saying that you feed the poor and hungry -to the best of your ability – for no matter how little you have, a lot of people have much less, if someone stops you on the way to beg for money, give as much as you can and if you can’t do that at least be kind them, you wouldn’t understand how terrible the feeling which makes you abandon your pride is until you’ve felt it, in the real sense of it. 

P. S Weirdo has nothing to do with this post, but I couldn’t think of a title for it so I guess that’s weird in its on way. 

Peace be with you… 



A muslimah blogger who loves talking about #Islam, and life as I see it, I'm just me!!! cos that's all I need to be #awesome. I believe in God and I believe in me. team #da'awah

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