A lifetime journey..
Who wouldn't want to go to the earth where it all began? To the place where the worshipping has its ground? To the place where the amazing imam Ali (AS) were born? To the place where every muslim should, if he could, go to at the least once in his lifetime on this planet?
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It is indeed an extraordinary feeling. Me myself I've never been to hajj, but how I would love to inshallah one sweet day. Whether it's by myself, with my family or my future-to-be-man. Who knows? I might even have left this earth before I even get the chance to do so...
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I remember a year ago or so I was sitting in the living room with my cousins and uncle when this subject about going to Mekka came to. My eyes started tearing up. It's a really powerful thing, especially when one has come to that point in his/her religion when they feel that this is right, this is it... One thing out of many that really struck me and made me smile from deep within, was the fact that once you are in Mekka doing your hajj, wherever you turn and go to, you wont find a single mirror there. Because going to hajj is all about asking for forgiveness and doing a part of your religion- why on earth would you care about how you look like? Why would you want to see your face, the face that is merely a facade, an image of the body you are in. There is no meaning in looking at your face when you should be looking in to yourself and facing who you are and what you have become and how that came to.
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I hope one sweet day, I will go to hajj- to fulfill the woman I am this very day, to fulfill the muslim woman I am most importantly.
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God is indeed love.. I do not pity those who have not yet come to these terms, although I wish, oh I wish, you could open up your eyes and see the true love that islam brings. The joy of being. The very meaning of being. The true meaning of being.. xx
.
It is indeed an extraordinary feeling. Me myself I've never been to hajj, but how I would love to inshallah one sweet day. Whether it's by myself, with my family or my future-to-be-man. Who knows? I might even have left this earth before I even get the chance to do so...
.
I remember a year ago or so I was sitting in the living room with my cousins and uncle when this subject about going to Mekka came to. My eyes started tearing up. It's a really powerful thing, especially when one has come to that point in his/her religion when they feel that this is right, this is it... One thing out of many that really struck me and made me smile from deep within, was the fact that once you are in Mekka doing your hajj, wherever you turn and go to, you wont find a single mirror there. Because going to hajj is all about asking for forgiveness and doing a part of your religion- why on earth would you care about how you look like? Why would you want to see your face, the face that is merely a facade, an image of the body you are in. There is no meaning in looking at your face when you should be looking in to yourself and facing who you are and what you have become and how that came to.
.
I hope one sweet day, I will go to hajj- to fulfill the woman I am this very day, to fulfill the muslim woman I am most importantly.
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God is indeed love.. I do not pity those who have not yet come to these terms, although I wish, oh I wish, you could open up your eyes and see the true love that islam brings. The joy of being. The very meaning of being. The true meaning of being.. xx
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