Morning people. Kill ’em all!

Wake Fahim up at 5:45 am, then again at 5:50 am. He actually gets out of bed at about 5:55 am. Early bird catches the worm. The alarm goes off again at 6 am, and I know by this time that I’m not sleeping any more this morning. I actually slept well last night – solid. I’m very pleased about that. So guess what? I get out of bed. Fahim is surprised, to say the least. He’s used to me dragging my butt out of bed sometime between 6:45 and 7:15 am. Maybe I’m actually adapting to his awful early schedule?

See, Fahim has to have his first prayer before 6:30 am, which is why he has to be up. Me, well, I don’t want to go to bed two hours after him and wake up two hours after him. That’s no fun. I’d rather we both have the same schedule. It just makes life so much easier.

It also helps that we both belong to that much hated group called "Morning Person". Please, don’t torture us, it’s not our fault. We were born this way. Please?

I don’t think I’ve talked about Fahim’s prayer times yet, so here’s more edumucashin’. Fahim’s Muslim. Yeah, I know, stating the obvious. I’m real good at that.

Being Muslim, Fahim is supposed to pray five times a day, and honestly, these times confuse the heck out of me. They fall within a range of times, not at a specific hour and minute. Let’s see how well I explain this. And yes, there are sites on the internet where you can look up your own location and see what the schedule is for your area. It varies from place to place, and some of it is the whole dawn/sunrise/sundown/dusk bit, but there’s more to it than that, and honestly, I’m not sure what it is.

The other thing is that it also depends on what type of schedule you follow. The Sunni Muslims follow a different schedule than the Muslim Congress, or something like that. Fahim will probably bust a gut when he sees how badly I butchered this. This is also on the internet sites. All I can say is that I’m regularly confused and rarely know when he’s supposed to pray next. But hey, I’ve only been married to the guy for a month, so we’ll let it go. Now, if I’m still this way in, say, twenty years, well, we still won’t be surprised, will we?

First prayer is after dawn but before sunrise.

Second prayer is after sunrise and before 12:00 pm.

Third prayer is after 12:30 pm and before sundown.

Fourth prayer is after sundown and before dusk.

Fifth prayer is after dusk and before dawn.

Or something sort of closely resembling that. Fahim will, of course, put his 2 Rupees in with corrections. Hopefully, he doesn’t mock me too much. Or laugh. Or fart. No, he’ll fart anyway, but let’s hope it’s not smelly. As it is occasionally. At least it’s only occasionally.

And of course the times for praying vary even in one location depending on what time of year it is. This should make sense given the whole dawn/dusk/sunrise/yadayadayadayadayada thingy.

I washed a load of laundry – lights. Oh joy oh bliss. I love doing laundry. I live for doing laundry. Laundry brings me eternal bliss and everlasting joy.

Yeah. Whatever.

And I cleaned dvds with shampoo (we don’t have cd/dvd cleaning solution, and vinegar didn’t work as well as I had hoped. A couple dozen of Fahim’s dvds had sticky gunk on them when his dvd case kinda melted on it.) while watching John Carpenter’s Vampire.

Author: LMAshton
Howdy! I'm a beginner artist, hobbyist photographer, kitchen witch, wanderer by nature, and hermit introvert. This is my blog feed. You can find my fediverse posts at

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