“And every soul shall taste of death”
Surah 21 Ayah 35.
Today, my brother’s mother died. May Allah swt have mercy on her soul.
The Soup Bowl, Bathsheba, Barbados
The first verses of the Qur’an were revealed to Allah’s last Messenger saws while he was in seclusion during the month of Ramadan in Cave Hira. The photo shows really just the top portion of the mountain in which Cave Hira is sited, and the Cave itself is about a three hour trek, and maybe some spelunking. What boggled the mind during our drive alongside this mountain was the physical distance from what must have been Makkah proper and the endurance required to reach the Cave itself. And it is reported that Khatijah r.a. made this trip herself to carry food for the Prophet saws.
I really wasn’t moved to use my camera on the trip but pushed myself sufficiently during the last few days. Here is a photo from the rooftop, just past the crane is the ‘little’ mosque where we prayed from time to time, where three Bosnian pilgrims admired my burka.
The second photo is of the exterior of our hotel, the closest to Jamarat. This was the day of our departure for Makkah, when the neighbouring hotels showed dismantled beds and mattresses outside their foyers. We were blessed with being provided with many dishes meals in the facilities next door, and water, tea, coffee, and soda pop were abundant.
This was our base of movement for the first two weeks of our trip – we travelled to the Haram, we walked to Mina, we returned from Mina on Eid ul Adha, we scaled and dismounted the stairs to one of the many mosques, and the escalators to the fourth floor of the jamarat, we watched in awe as the street was closed off to vehicular trafffic, and human traffic walked constantly up and down in front of our hotel, we looked on as the streets and stairs were covered with shaven locks, we trekked with handwashed laundry to the rooftop for solar drying, we watched the green laser light emanate from the ZamZam towers, we discovered the stickers in each room indicating qibla, we experienced the combination toilet & bath, we topped up our mobiles, we got ‘buffed’ for daring to bring anything other than a knapsack for our sojourn to Mina, we recognised that hotel rating is comparative, we had meetings with respect to Hajj and its rituals.
So, I spent the first week of Azizia trying to fight a cold. We luckily had three doctors in our group so I got a room visit and apart from the meds, was told to wear the masks. Ha! I didn’t for the entire trip. Continue reading Unmasked pilgrims.