Muslims Umrah: playing a piece of paradise
It has been many years since my family left Saudi Arabia. I remember that when I was young, we spent most of our time in 'Umrah. I have many memories of Al-Haram Ash-Sharif - particularly the Ka`bah and drinking Zamzam water for the gallon - and I must not fail to observe the Shawarmas (meat sandwiches)! Despite the fact that I had a feeling of a deep sense of being, I did not propose that it be something like the lighting I felt the previous week.
From the days when I started to practice Islam as a young adult, I often thought and imagined what I would do if I somehow managed to backtrack towards Makkah, back to Ka`bah. So that I could approach God and, even more essentially, God would recognize my pleas? I perceive and understand that, to the extent that my conviction is involved, God is Omniscient and Omniscient. In this way, in the event that I offer a petition to God, always or anywhere, He will be fully aware of it. In any case, there is that indefinable "kick" that consists of being in Mecca and offering petition to God at that time.
The goal is simply the search
I ventured out of the hostel, I was only seconds away from Bab al-'Umrah (one of the countless gates to Al-Haram). I went through the entrance and directly in front of me was the Ka`bah - what a vision to see! It was that! This is the place I needed to be for such a large number of years, and I was finally there!
For a concise minute, I thought: "Is that it?" as if I had expected much more, some kind of deep illumination. I spent a minute reasoning on the maxims of the first Muslim researchers. In addition, I contemplated internally: "Now, how am I staying here, is it all finished? My desire to be here in this refuge of God, is this the end?" And I understood that this is not the end of the persecution other than the central step of a step is the end of the step. In the same way as with the stool, we need to keep going up, as with life and trust - we generally continue to develop.
The black stone, a piece of paradise
In the middle of Tawaf, I will put the Black Stone, a stone that fell from Paradise, located in one of the extremities of the Caaba. It is said that, in the first place, it was as white as the drain, which, however, had become contaminated as a result of the errors of the son of the prophet Adam.
The custom maintains that the Prophet Muhammad had made a journey and kissed the Black Stone. In this event, Umar, one of his Companions, said: "By God, I perceive that you are an insignificant stone, and in the chance that I would not have seen my beloved Prophet kissing you, I never would have done it." "
Once, in the middle of the Prophet Muhammad's season, the Black Stone was torn off. Near the end of a procedure to remake the Ka'bah, different agnostic Arab clans were arrogant with pride; they all needed the benefit of placing the stone once more in Ka`bah once more. Independent of their love for false divine beings and gods, in spite of everything they trusted that Allah was the most surprising of all.
They began to fight each other to the point of almost attacking physically. Someone at that time proposed that they seek advice from the main individual to go to the place. Muhammad (not yet a prophet), who was known for his genuine and cunning, was the primary individual who came to them. He placed the stone in some material and after that advised all the ancestral pioneers to hold one side and lift the stone to assemble it again. Each of the innate pioneers consequently lifted the stone once more in the right place and the war was diverted.
After much consideration, I asked if I had the capacity to reach the Black Stone. Considering everything, what could be more prominent than "touch a bit of Paradise?" I, in the long term, decided against the issue, because I would probably need revolvers to explore through the group, and I also saw innumerable people kissing and touching the stone and really wanted to reflect on cleanliness.
The final phase of Umrah
After finishing Tawaf, I continued Safa and Marwa ride to start the second 50% of my trip. On my last circuit between Safa and Marwa, I began to consider the last phase of 'Umrah', which is the haircut for women and, for men, the cut of the head - yes, the style 'head of skin ' Although this strategy is not necessary, it is positive and suggested by many. After reaching Marwa's mount, I surrendered to my impulses and backed away, tracing a small piece of my hair.
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