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 nothing will happen beyond what He has decreed. The sense of calm knowing that we are enclosed in His cloak of mercy and love. The feeling of happiness knowing that you were blessed to be a beloved guest in the holiest place. The joy of comradeship on sharing the scared space with people from every nook and corner of the globe.
….by next March, all the prayers I made in that sacred sanctum got answered.
Glory be to Lord, the Most High
Theme for Writing 101 : If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?