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O Allāh, my heart breaks with longing. My soul aches as I watch the Ḥujjāj depart—clothed in honour, hearts overflowing with gratitude. They go, invited by You, chosen from the multitudes, while I remain behind, cradling nothing but yearning. How I dream of the moment when I too shall answer Labbayk, trembling with awe, overwhelmed by Your grace. What pain, what a sacred refrain.
To walk in Madīnah al-Munawwarah—O Allāh, how I ache for that. The mere thought tightens my chest and draws tears to my eyes. That radiant city where every breeze carries the scent of the Beloved, where every stone testifies to his presence. To stand at the Raḍwah, heart in hand, whispering my Salām with reverence—not as one worthy, but as one in desperate need. To weep beside his resting place and beg You for nearness to him in both worlds. What delight, what a celestial sight.
Then Makkah—O Allāh, the Kaʿbah. Will these eyes, so stained with sin, ever behold that sacred House? That axis of the Ummah, the qiblah of every sujūd. What will it feel like when I see it for the first time? My soul will erupt, my breath will halt, my knees will collapse beneath the weight of longing fulfilled. My heart will fall into sajdah even before my body does. The world will vanish; I will stand alone in the midst of millions. That first gaze will undo me entirely. What elation, what sacred elevation.
To walk in Ṭawāf, encircling the Kaʿbah with the faithful—yet feeling utterly alone with You. Each step a plea, each turn a tear, each circuit another veil lifted. To feel Your nearness so intensely that my tongue ceases and my heart speaks. To touch the Black Stone with trembling fingers—or even to raise my hand from afar, shattered with yearning—what joy could rival such devotion? What sensation, what sacred adoration.
To pray in Masjid al-Ḥarām, where every supplication is lifted by angels, where every cry is heard by You. To prostrate where countless hearts have melted, where sins have been washed away like dust. O Allāh, grant me that moment, when my forehead touches the sacred earth. What ecstasy, please let this not remain a fantasy.
Then Mīnā—nights beneath the stars, in the company of pilgrims who carry nothing but their need for You. No names, no titles, only one identity: ʿAbdullāh. To sleep upon the dust, beneath Your mercy, stripped of every worldly claim. What serenity, what tranquil unity.
And ʿArafah—O Allāh, ʿArafah! The plain of tears, the valley of forgiveness. To stand with arms raised, face drenched in grief, pleading not with eloquence, but with brokenness. To whisper in silence what words cannot hold. On that day when Shayṭān is most humiliated and Your servants are most honoured—O Allāh, include me among them. What exultation, as if I stood in divine elevation.
Then Muzdalifah—sleeping on the open ground beneath Your sky, gazing at the heavens while sins fall like forgotten dust. To gather stones not of hatred, but of resolve—to resist, to reject, to rise. And at Jamarāt, to hurl away every arrogance and doubt, to declare that I choose You over all. What liberation, what sacred jubilation.
And at the end of it all—to return to You as pure as on the day of birth. Forgiven. Cleansed. Reborn. Not merely a pilgrim, but one transformed. O Allāh, I yearn for this. I weep for it. I would trade the world and all it holds for one moment on that sacred path. What restoration, what holy reformation.
O Allāh, invite me. Honour me. Cleanse me. Heal me. Take me to Your House, to Your Beloved’s city. Let me go. Let me love. Let me return not the same, but better—forever altered by this sacred endeavour. What a journey, what eternal mercy.
If people soon become more inclined to visiting (Facebook’s) Metaworld than our real world, then they would have lost touch of reality.
It’s so easy to see how the world will soon believe in a false god (Dajjal) that leads them away from reality surrounding them.
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We should create a good environment at home. This would include setting such guidelines at home which the children have to follow such as refraining from lying at all times, approaching one another with Muhabbah, punctuality in Ibaadah such as salah etc.