Quarantine has made me question a lot of things. Experiencing Ramadan during a Pandemic made me evaluate my relationship with religion. To me, Ramadan is communal - it’s sharing food, hugs, and loud laughter on a crowded table at my grandmother’s house. It’s huddling on a couch watching the year’s best TV shows together. Confronting a lonely Ramadan allowed me to look into how I view myself and my body in a religious context. Being alone and able to disassociate from the “community” aspect of it, I think about how my relationship with spirituality can get really lonely sometimes. Having that be paired with the actual loneliness of quarantine is what inspired this piece in its entirety.