God, Get Out of My Business: The Ashikashay Story

Ashikashay sat at her desk, idly clicking through emails, when the thought hit her again.

God wants me to fast.

And not just any fast. Oh no, not the skip-lunch-and-pray kind. Not the let me just do liquids kind. Not even the every-other-day kind that made her feel slightly righteous but still functional.

Nope.

God was asking for seven full days of no food. Then, the rest would be the Daniel fast.

Sir, come on.

She literally laughed out loud. Seven days? Of nothing? She, the foodie, the one who planned vacations around restaurants, the one who had a spiritual connection with oxtail, was supposed to go seven days without eating? Absolutely not.

She shook her head, trying to push the thought away. But God, being God, had other plans.

A little while later, at work, she answered a routine call. A woman was checking in to see if one of her people was in the hospital. Nothing out of the ordinary. But as they wrapped up, the woman paused.

“Is there anything I can pray over you for?”

Without even thinking, Ashikashay blurted out, ”Guidance.”

And just like that, the woman prayed. Prayed for clarity, for commitment, for strength.

Ashikashay sat there, stunned.

God, get out of my business. GET OUT OF MY BUSINESS.

This was confirmation. Again. Because every time she questioned whether God was listening, whether He even heard her at all, something like this would happen.

And every time, she acted surprised.

It was like she expected God to communicate through grand gestures—a burning bush, a deep cinematic voice from the sky, maybe an angel with a clipboard. But no, He worked through everyday moments. Random people. Unexpected conversations. And this was proof she wasn’t being ignored. She was just too busy comparing how God spoke to others instead of recognizing how He spoke to her.

So, here she was.

Entering the Daniel Fast.

Seven days of nothing but water and tea. Then the rest on fruits and vegetables. The goal? To get closer to God, to get clarity on what she was supposed to be doing with her life.

And maybe—just maybe—to stop being so hardheaded.

Because one thing was clear: God knew His kids. And He knew her a Gemini to the core.

So here we go.

The End.

(Or, more likely, just the beginning.)