Ied Fitri is only counting the fingers if you have 20 fingers or more. This Ramadhan is perfectly perfect, as usual. Nothing can beat the smell of ta'jils (when I was little I used to steal those from mosque btw), the harmony of tadarus echo every evening falls, and best of all: running through the road with the ones you love, racing who will be the first in mosque to have taraweh together. And to be honest I never been so surprised hearing maghrib adzan before. Oh Ramadhan, I always miss you and in the end these pair of shoes and t-shirt are what I'm waiting for, also.