It was March. The season of in between.The spring of the Arabian desert. I was in front of the Kaabah. Standing besides me were my parents. Exactly above was the Baitul Maa’moor in the heavens…where 70, 000 angels visit everday. Bliss ! Tears streaming down from my face, I raised my hands in prayer to my Lord, the Most High. My heart silently whispered to the heavens it’s deepest fears and troubles. It’s innermost secrets and stories. It’s dreams and hopes. That no creation has heard. Only the Creator. There is a peace that descends upon us when we are in the presence of Divine. The tranquillity that arises knowing…