I don’t wake up for suhur, the pre-sunrise-breakfast. I simply can’t eat, after interrupting my precious sleep and knowing that the little arrow stands firmly on four, while the long one rests on twelwe. I can’t eat that early.

So, I sleep away the hunger, wake up early and leave for school, satisfied and fresh. Then the hunger hits me, at approximately 1230. Bam. Of course, if I’d just woken up and forced myself to eat, this wouldn’t happen. But do I learn from my mistakes? Of course not. Sleep is more precious than food you must eat to prevent later starvation.

The worst hungerstrike hits me while cooking iftar. While baking the pastries, adding more salt to the delicious meat dishes, fantastic beans, baked potatoes, empanadas, samosas and pancakes. Mmmm. So close, but oh so far away.

Lesson for next ramadan? Wake up for suhur!