Those celebrating Ramadan this year, like me, know how hard it can be to not be tempted by the different stores that sell food at every corner of every block here in New York City. However, I can think of something worse than that.
Think of not being able to eat for more than ten hours. Now, think of being taken on a class trip… to a food magazine , when as soon as you step into the building, you’re greeted by a mix of smells of different foods and pastries. And then, while sitting at a long table next to a kitchen where people are cooking, imagine having a gazillion cookies and brownies and juice offered to you.
Yep, that happened to me yesterday. And God, was it awful. I mean, I usually would take up any offer for free food. I love food. I can’t think of a day when I don’t eat something I love, so on any other month, this would’ve been my favorite trip. However, it was so not like that.
My stomach even growled. And by the time we were coming back to class, I felt hungry. For real.
Usually, everyday, people wake up and eat breakfast. Then, about five hours later, they start to say they’re hungry. I am one of those people, of course. But now that I think about it, I realize how much I really wasn’t that hungry. There’s a difference between hunger and extreme hunger, for a lack of better words.
So, now I understand how some homeless people feel. They’re hungry, yet they’re surrounded by so much food.
I wouldn’t be surprised if food was once used as a torture device!
Happy Ramadan everyone! 🙂