It is my first Ramadan in the US. It sounds that nothing is different here. No one fast, no one even care. I was willing to have take advantage of this month, but I couldn't. The only good thing that happened was yesterday morning of that accident. I expected more from myself, but I was lazy. My mom went to Mahhad, but I can't go anywhere. Every year I promise to myself to have pray more in this month, but I can't. My feeling was strange here. I could feel the month, but I couldn't feel that people around me care about it.
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