Its easy to think that it all ends after the blessed month. The relief knowing that the corrupt had been shackled, the motivating gatherings of the worshippers during the nights, above all, the comforting bond we had deepened with our creator. It really was more than a restriction of our diets, but a chance to grow our dedication to Allah. The month felt short, days pass fast when the time is savored, it will be yet another year before we experience it again if we’re privileged to attend. Really, no sane individual would want good to come to an end. Lucky we are to have a generous lord, the end of ramadan was never meant to be the end of something great but the flourishing of the good that began. We havent truly experienced ramadan if we’ve mistreated it as a temporary benefit just to get back to our lives and recall it when we make-up our fasts. Ramadan gave us an opportunity to taste the bliss of an increased faith, the rejuvenation of our confidence to do better, and our hope for accepted prayers, the support we felt knowing that Allah would make things easier, the direction that kept us from dwelling on worldly matters. It should motivate us to stubbornly cling, eager to make sure our connection stays rising.