The day began by us arriving late and being left behind. So we ran to catch up. Only to find they hadn't got that far anyway. It all started with a waiting pen to get into the haram, we were literally hearded into a part of the haram, where we were watched by a very efficient lady, who shouted at us in Arabic if we didn't follow her instructions.
From the small pen to the larger pen, where we literally ran away from the supervisors. Till we got in. Now that was an experience, I found myself saying "this is Muhammad's umrah...this". I had to excercize all the patience I could muster to be able to no yell at the woman who pushed my mother. I thought this was just one instance. I guess travelling alone has taught me to roll with situations and just move with it. But my mother is my weakness. No one pushes, shoves or even tries to pull her around.
Gosh, I learnt. I exuded patience and serenity in the face of a lot of pushing, shoving and just literally rammage as I would say.
I did pray the worst 2 rakaat Salaa in Riyadhul Jannah. Gosh that was crazy Salaa, every sajda I feared for my life. It was epic, to say the least.
The highlight was Magrib in Masjide Nabawi. Now that was serene and peaceful. Made me miss Najaf to the max. Those tranquil times seem to stay with me throughout any journey.
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