TweetWritten by: Hamzah Moin The washroom/bathroom is already an awkward place for me. I mean …
Ramadan is in the air. Which means we go through a teeny bit of transformation…
Haven’t we all belted out our favourite songs at a stoplight, despite being tone deaf?
Haven’t we all belted out our favourite surahs at a stoplight? So long Zayn Malik.
Thanks to Twitter, many of us forget what a filter is and instead tweet out our stream of consciousness or share opinions nobody cares about for the world to see.
Thankfully in Ramadan, at least our tweets have a more spiritual purpose.
Seriously, grocery shopping sucks. Look at this guy, trying to get through his wife’s grocery list. He’s bored to tears. Another night of Paleo spaghetti that he’s not looking forward to.
The get-some-things-for-iftar shopping trip can be a bit of a disaster. Sometimes we might make some creative choices for dinner.
When we’re not taking pictures of other people taking pictures of food, Instagram was usually a place where irrelevant people posted irrelevant musings about irrelevant things.
Perhaps it’s the hunger or perhaps it’s the complete disregard of time zones, but people have some compulsive reason to post up their sahoor/iftar/Taraweeh-snack shots for reasons known to no one.
My theory is that our phones have become sentient and now must be fed by taking pictures of people’s food. After all, our phones were fasting all day too.
I mean I just don’t understand the wisdom in posting something like this when people on the other side of the world could still be fasting:
My apologies if you’re still fasting.