I know many of you have seen salatul jama'ah but never have i felt this pride swelling inside me at the sight of a standstill. Collectively worshipping the one Rabb to the extent the streets are filled with His abds. Now that's my God. The one who stops all time just so collectively as one body we can glorify Him at His house. Many individuals in one body, personifying Him. As His true oneness. Want to understand tawheed in action come to Makkah. The pride of worshipping my Rabb.
Last night tawaf touched my soul in a way that no other ever has. I did the mustahab tawaf holding my mums hand. The girls literally volunteered to surround my mum. Like all around. I held her right hand, Aliya automatically grabbed my mums left hand, while Naima positions herself behind my mum. It warmed my heart to see how these women I've only met 10 days ago, are now my family. They care for my mum like she's there own. My mum decided I should recite all the duas I can out loud. Everyone knows my dislike for reciting out loud. For this woman I would do anything. On the fourth round they literally just refused to leave my mum. I cried to see His rahmania personified in these ladies.
True love really does exist in a human form. We just have to wait for it to find us. Whenever anyone told me this, I used to laugh and doubt any existence. Today I can see love, feel love and understand love. I thank my Rabb with every breath of my existence. Makkah really has changed everything for me.
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