Written by: Original Orange
Makkah Mukarramah, to me, appeared a ‘city of formality’ in its very first impression. As opposed to Madinah Munawwarah which is a ‘city full of life and frankness’. However, the frankness here is in strict bounds of respect and caution. Not a single word uttered or expression showed would reflect a slight sign of disrespect or dislike in any regard. (Nauzubillah!)
However, the general feeling of protection, love and respect in the atmosphere was something I had never dreamt of, less than likely thought of and even lesser experienced. The serenity in the air… Subhan Allah! The only characteristic of that specific place. The moments were like time had stopped. Yet it had flown by. Those memories… the shopkeepers calling out “Sister! Sister!” to attract the attention of female passers-by. Indeed they were sisters. Every man there helping you out, guiding you and giving the true honor a Muslimah deserves. I cherish those moments in my mind. They are my life. If only a non-Muslim woman could see with her own eyes and feel the atmosphere there then if she were in her right mind there would be no reason for her not to embrace Islam. That unfortunate female has no idea what we Muslim women have by the Grace of Allah. Alhamdulillah thumma Alhamdulillah! Many, many thanks to Islam, to Allah and to Allah's beloved Rasoolullah صلی اللہ علیہ وسلم.
What to share and what not to. Those golden moments! The feeling the first time I was to see Ka’aba - the House of Allah. Gaze lowered, head bent, heart filled with thoughts of varied kinds, with measured steps heading towards our destination. The first sight. The tears which had flowed, which I hadn't wanted anyone to see. They were something between me and Him only. The longing to kiss Hajr-e-Aswad but quitting the idea seeing the crowds of men there.
Those picture-free signboards. That La ilaha illallah, Astaghfirullah, Subhan Allah, Alhamdulillah and Allahu Akbar written on hills and roadside boards. That supplicating for death in Madinah and being buried in Jannat ul Baqee’ (Psst! Don't tell anyone that. That’s a secret.) That helping an elderly woman by finding her a stool and getting her duas. Sigh! Each and everything I miss a lot.
I pray may Allah call me to His house countless times and bless me with the opportunity to perform maqbool Hajjs and Umrahs, Aameen!