My friend said it was the hardest when Ramadan happened during the summer months, since the sun just about refuses to set here. In winter it's dark for the most of the day, so one just might to have to skip lunch, but nothing else 
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
