My breath was removed as I gazed in stunningness. The Ka’bah in the entirety of its magnificence lingered before me. I viewed everything about, shining of the gold letters embellished on the Ka’bah that shone like a sun, the apparently unending influx of individuals, surrounded by serenity , the Hajr-ul-Aswad or the dark stone which descended from the sky itself, lay shimmering in its magnificent silver mantle , and here I was in the midst of everything, a heavenly place of worship which could never be befouled. As I looked on, a wondrous inclination wrapped me, such a profound having a place , an incredible bliss. I was remaining at the most consecrated place of Allah in two basic garments, at a spot where hundreds of years of devotees had been, and would go later on… the Haram in the sacred city of Makkah.
I had been stunned since the time I entered the Haram, such was its magnificence, yet when I viewed the Kabah tears went to my eyes and a peacefulness encompassed me. I joined the ocean of devotees from everywhere on over the world, and we stood brought together hovering around the Ka’bah. It felt so normal, thus lost in my feelings and supplications was I that I didn’t encounter the vibe of strolling yet rather as such of gliding in the Heavens close to the seat of Allah. I could have been hovering forever had I not had different commitments, for example, finishing the Sa’ee, that is, strolling from the mount Safaa to Marwa, as the spouse of Ibrahim (p) had done, to discover water for Ismaeel (p). I remorsefully split away from the positions, which despite everything pivoted around the Ka’bah in immaculate request and solidarity.
As I remorsefully left the positions, I made a beeline for the strides of Ibrahim (p), and implored two rakaats close to them. I felt regarded and enlivened to be remaining close to something so old and sacrosanct. Before long I set out toward the two mounts, however considerations of the Ka’bah despite everything filled my heart and psyche, and took steps to overpower me. At the point when I saw the separation between the two mounts, I understood what an undertaking it was for Hajar (r) to go to and fro between them, her activities were an opinion of expectation, persistence, or more every one of the a terrifying assurance.
There was a well of the heavenly water Zamzam close to the mounts, as I drank, I thought of how this water became, and I attempted to associate with recollections of the Earth since quite a while ago overlooked. A distinctive and dazzling picture showed up in my mind, the thirst, the warmth, running for a long time, the apparently overwhelming planned of disappointment – however never surrendering or more all approaching Allah for help. I envisioned the snapshot of marvelous force when unexpectedly Allah provided his order, and a spring murmured forward, an endless guarantee never to be broken, a spring that would keep going forever… such were the antiquated recollections of the earth which I could feel so unequivocally. At the point when I emerged from my daze I saw with gentle amazement that I was instinctually strolling to and fro of the mounts Safaa and Marwa.
After I completed the seven required rounds, I at long last I finished the last piece of the Umrah, the shaving of the head, for a long time it would be an image of pride and quietude. I will consistently recollect the sentiment of solidarity with Muslims everywhere on over the world, of profound holding with my ruler.
I expectation and I ask that Allah may acknowledge my excursion, and allow me to visit the Ka’bah, and may he excuse my wrongdoings, and award me Jannah.
~Ameen