As I gazed upon Your sacred House,
I could not help it, I broke down.
I felt so near to You, like I had never felt before.
My eyes drank from a glass filled to the brim,
From the spring of liquid clarity, pure and undefiled.
I savored every l…
As we leave the Arafat sunset,
And ride to Muzdalifa.
The whiteness of our ihrams
Gleams in the darkness.
“Hajj Mubarak,” a sister whispers,
As she embraces me tightly.
Her tear stained cheek touches mine,
In silent salaam.
“What are we do…
Many of us feel left out. We feel deprived. We feel depressed. We feel very sad at heart. This is because many of us did not get the opportunity to go and visit the Sacred House of Allah this year. Some of us may have already gone for Hajj, but y…