Kuala Lampur, March 19 -- This morning, on what may be the last day of Ramadan, I just remembered the same feeling that I had every year: that by the time the holy month reaches its middle stretch, the novelty has faded.

The first sahur excitement is gone. The early adjustments have settled. The body has found its rhythm.

Hunger arrives at predictable hours, fatigue visits in the late afternoon, and breaking fast no longer feels like a dramatic event. It is simply part of the day.

There is something almost unremarkable about Day 15. Or 16. And that, I have come to realise, is precisely where the real test lies.

We are naturally drawn to beginnings and endings. The first day of Ramadan carries a sense of renewal. We speak about intenti...