Thus, if my postings trickle their way out, please bear with me. I’ll try my best to have them completed, that’s a promise.
If my days in Madinah were enlightened by the beauty, ambience and serenity of ibadahs at Masjidil Nabawi, Makkah al Mukaramah presented solemn moments that led to my better internalization of the religion. I could only say this about our nine days in Makkah, “Thank you God, thank you for your guidance, protection and blessings upon not only us, but to the rest of the jemaahs in our group too.”
Streets of Makkah
Makkah, a modern city of 1.2 million people, lies hidden in the mountains of Saudi Arabia 50 miles from the Red Sea. Masjidil Haram, where the Kaabah stands in significance - the focal point of Islamic unity, is an incredible place where swarms of people organize seamlessly into neat rows, and bow and prostrate in unison. To walk around the block in Makkah is like walking around the world. As I stepped out of the hotel, I was with the groups of Indonesians. After solats I’d walk side by side with jemaahs from Turkiye, me to my hotel, them to their awaiting busses. Queuing next door at the international telephone centres, were the Bangladeshis and Pakistanis, waiting patiently in line to speak to loved ones back home.
Makkah, how noble it is. No arguments, no violence. Everyone is drawn together by the call of an idea, by the oneness of God.