I remember, whenever we’d plan our weekend, I’d always suggest going to Makkah. As a kid, I loved sliding on the clean floors when they were freshly cleaned. The caretakers would never mind.
I’d just run on the carpets, or sit down tired and play with the design on them.
I remember meeting my childhood friend in Makkah once while walking on those carpets, and I just sat down with her and we started making dua.
I remember how I’d always get to touch the Hajr al Aswad, and my friends and I would compete to see who could stay there the longest.
I remember its scent, I remember touching it, kissing it and just smelling it.
I remember my dad holding our hands, and teaching us how to make tawaaf.
I remember throwing zamzam on my face and wiping my head with the coolness of it.
I remember just sitting at the stairs and staring at the ka’bah.
Or the birds that encircled the ka’bah.
I remember seeing cats while doing sa’ii.
I also remember watching a cat drink zamzam while making sa’ii.
I miss climbing the stairs (still not changed!) up and down after sa’ii.
I remember being so anxious to watch the Quraan bridge on our way from Jeddah.
I miss walking barefoot on the floors of masjid an nabawi in the mid-afternoon.
I remember praying by the Prophet’s grave, and reciting surah ‘alaq on the sufha.
I remember sitting in a halaqah of women in masjid an nabawi and not understanding a single word.
I remember wearing abayah for the first time in Madinah when I was 9.
I remember how a sister helped me put my first hijaab on in Masjid al Quba.
I remember Erum baaji teaching me the adaab of making dua in that masjid.
I remember climbing mountains with friends and family, on the outskirts of Makkah.
I remember being scared to come down – and one of my uncles climbing back up again just to get me down.
I remember almost falling from the edge of a hill on a foggy day in At-Ta’if.
and feeling the cool breeze, experienced never before on the hills.
I remember watching the world from on top of those mountains, and thinking the cars to be so small, and us being even smaller to Allaah – who watches us from above the ‘Arsh.
I miss the animals… the camels, the horses, the donkeys and the mules.
I miss eating on the sidewalks during our travels and kicking dust in the air.
I miss Al-Baik, fool, tameez, hilaawa and ruz bukhari, and eating ice-cream in Ta’if on a rainy day.
But I don’t miss anything more than the feeling of being in Makkah and the holy cities.
O Makkah! how I miss you….