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Personal Story| A Memorable Travel

When I Saw Khana Kaaba

A journey of faith, dreams, and blessings

Picture belongs to the author (Author in Masjiday Nabwi, Saudia Arabia 16th Jan 2017)

On a serene, moonlit night, I strolled along a road that had a deep meaning. This road held great significance, leading to the revered abode of Allah Almighty, situated nearby. I can’t forget that I landed there at 3:45 a.m. My heart was full of hopes and dreams on such a calm night.

It was the time when I went to Saudi Arabia and fulfilled my lifelong desire to perform the Islamic pilgrimage known as Umrah (Dated 19–12–2016). As a kid, I never could have predicted the strong connection I would develop with this place. Only after returning from my trip to the United States did the true importance of this spiritual journey start to resonate with me.

I had travelled far and wide, explored different states, and witnessed diverse cultures, yet I hadn’t set foot in Allah’s home. It became a fervent prayer of mine that He would invite me to this holy place.

And, as fate would have it, the day finally arrived. We were setting out as a family — my mother-in-law, three kids, husband, and myself — to visit this remarkable site.

The visit to the Kaaba, the House of Allah, is a unique and cherished experience. It signifies that your prayers have been heard and accepted. Especially the first wish you make when you lay eyes on this sacred place; it is believed that any sincere wish you express will swiftly be granted.

As I walked inside the mosque, I had just one thought. Upon seeing Allah’s distinguished home deep within my memory, I wanted to etch my first prayer. So, I closed my eyes and walked, oblivious to the surroundings, the paths, the stairs, and the corridors.

It was my first time here, but I did not fear tripping or bumping into someone. My only worry was that I might forget my prayer or let my mind wander during this sacred moment, which I knew might never come again in my lifetime.

I asked my husband to hold my hand as I walked with my eyes closed and my mind shut off. I didn’t want to think about where my children were or if any men were nearby — I was always cautious to avoid unwanted contact in crowded places.

Imran in Ahraam (a specific dress for offering Hajj and Umrah Dated 19–12–2016)

My husband guided me in the darkness, giving instructions like a guardian to a blind child. He told me to stroll, stop, be cautious of descending stairs, turn to the left, and be vigilant around a group of visitors. Then, he suddenly said, “Open your eyes.” I resisted, knowing that the Kaaba was still far away, and I wanted to behold it with fresh eyes, untouched by any prior sights or thoughts.

But my son, with excitement in his voice, shouted, “Mama! The Kaaba is there; please remember your prayers.” All eyes were on me. Later, my son confided, “When I opened my eyes, I couldn’t help but cry like a child who had scraped a knee. Although that child had sustained wounds and injuries earlier, seeing the mother had made the pain feel fresh again. My situation was like that of a child.

I, too, cried when I opened my eyes. The enchantment of that place overcame me — the sight of the splendid black velvet building, standing there, more gorgeous, attractive, and magnificent than anything I had ever seen. Unconsciously, I whispered, “It’s even more beautiful than I saw in the books, on TV, or the Internet.” The beauty of the Kaaba was so transcendent that it couldn’t be fully captured in pictures. The soul and reality of the place couldn’t be conveyed through images. I prayed, cried, and tried to etch that scene into my eyes, mind, thoughts, and heart for the rest of my life.

Author standing in front of Khana kabba (19–12–2016)

You might wonder what I asked of Allah Almighty upon first seeing His Sacred House. I won’t keep it a secret, for my relationship with Him has always been open since I entered this world. I prayed to Him not to leave me alone in this world, to stay by my side when no one else would. I have faced many solitary moments, and this prayer has been answered. Seven years have passed since that sacred journey, and my faith and belief in His presence, support, and blessings have grown stronger.

This was the tale of my once-in-a-lifetime journey, which cannot be replicated but will forever remain in my heart. I hope everyone who reads this has all their heart’s dreams come true.

Stay safe, healthy, prosperous, and resilient, dear readers.

I am praying for you!

Ameer