Is my desire to punch someone in the face normal for Ramadan?

(an example of me looking like a hot mess, similar to how I looked on the first day of my first Ramadan)

I would like to start by saying that if you are hoping to read some deep story how the first day of my first Ramadan was filled with spiritual awakenings, profound experiences, and deep cultural understandings you have come to the wrong place. 


My fist day of my first Ramadan (July 21st so I am a little behind on the entries) was spent on a train from Tangier to Ben Guerir in an attempt to get back to my site before the breaking of the fast.  I did not accomplish this, I failed at this pie in the sky goal big time.  Also, I have decided to try and fast during Ramadan, which is going to be great seeing as I need coffee in order to speak and understand Darija.  


Just to set this up for you, the train ride from Tangier to Ben Guerir is about 7 hours, with a change over in Casablanca.  From Ben Guerir I still have to take about a 45 minute grand taxi ride back to my site.  Usually I would not have a problem taking this trip, but as luck would have it there is a heat wave in Morocco with an average temperature of 108 f***ing degrees fahrenheit in my region of destination.  Oh yeah, this is going to be good.


I made it to Casablanca without any incidents of watermelon thefts and minimal hunger/thirst pains.  But the wheels starting coming off the wagon a bit in Casablanca, I won't lie.  I think it was that little 8 year old with his stupid little Spiderman hat and matching velcro Spiderman shoes who was eating that delicious looking ice cream that really started to piss me off.  He just thought he was SOOO cute.  Or it was those stupid American tourists with the Canadian flags on their stupid camping backpacks eating those amazing looking Pringles.  Jerks.  Or it was that annoying foreign looking woman drinking a stupid coffee, a stupidly delicious looking coffee.  Whatever it was I was starting to get the feeling that I just wanted to punch someone in the face.  This feeling only increased in intensity on the train ride from Casablanca to Ben Guerir, where the train car got increasingly more hot as the more south we went.  Oh yeah, I was about to punch someone in the f***ing face.   


We finally arrive in Ben Guerir and I was at the point that if someone looked at me wrong I was going to throw down my stuff and flip a table, I mean it, FLIP A F***ING TABLE JERSEY STYLE.  But when I finally got the Grand Taxi stand and no one was there, the wheels really came off and the tears/sobbing started...


Me: I (sob) need (sob) go (sob)
Grand Taxi Manager Man: (in French) There are no more taxis now.
Me: I (sob) need (sob) go (sob)
Grand Taxi Manager Man: What do you speak? French? English?
Me: (sob) English (sob) Darija
Grand Taxi Manager Man: (probably thinking I don't speak any type of language in which he can communicate with me in) I am sorry but there are no more taxis now.
Me: What (sob) I (sob) do?
Grand Taxi Manager Man: (obviously taking pity on the mskina foreign girl) How about you sit at that nice cafe, and get something to eat and drink.
Me: It (sob) place (sob) nice (sob)?
Grand Taxi Manager Man: Yes it is, come back after breaking of the fast and we can see what we can do.
Me: (sniffle of hope) ok 


Waiter: What would you like?
Me: After (sob) Allah Akbar (sob) juice (sob) food (sob) water (sob)
Waiter: (looking at me like I am out of my mind) ok (brings everything I asked for BEFORE the call to prayer the indicates the breaking of the fast)
Me: (sobbing in silence as I stare at the food I want to eat SO bad and looking around to see if anyone else is eating.  This waiter is a total jerk, but my sobbing is getting in the way of me punching him in the face right now. He is SO lucky.)


Finally the call to prayer sounds and people start eating.


Me: (shoving food in my mouth and downing and entire liter of water) 


So I never ended up punching someone in the face despite the high probability that it would happen, I just cried like a little baby.  All things considered that is probably quite a big accomplishment for my first day of my first Ramadan.  I really should be proud of myself.