It’s like a spell. A spell you feel drowned in from head to toe as soon as you place your feet on those shimmering white tiles. And you lift your gaze to have the first sight of that magnificent house of Allah The Rehman (the most Gracious) and Rahim (the most Merciful). Even writing about it gives me shudders. Honestly speaking, not even my words can do justice to that feeling, the feeling one gets when he enters the grand mosque- Masjid al-Haram. An aura of peace, integrity, serenity, nothing less, maybe more. It’s like one’s body gets paralyzed. Every wish, every desire, every worry fades away, and all you can think of is the Glory of Allah. And sit there gazing at the huge walls of the Kaaba, breathing in the air so pure, so holy, the purity washing your soul away, so enchanting, it’s like you almost tasted heaven. So easy to sit there and forget about all the sorrows of the world, exams, career, jobs, recession, broken promises, unhealed wounds, the future, the past; and you start living just for that moment, the present, because it’s so beautiful. And as I write my heart again desires for that moment, the glorious moment, spent pondering over the Mightiness of my Lord, Allah the One and Only, Creator of all mankind, the sun, the moon, everything, the moments spent sitting in front of the Kaaba.
Am I not a lucky soul to experience such enchanted moments. Indeed I am. Alhamdullillah (thanks to Allah).