Last year in December I want to Kaaba which is on my mind constantly.. I reverted to Islam 8 years back and am sooo that I did and feel at peace .. just sharing my feeling that I had while I was there for the first time
The Kaaba
I left my hotel with a foolish smile on my face. The happiness of being there was enormous, but it was also mixed with fear. What if something went wrong? As I got closer, my heart beat faster. I could hear it pounding in my chest.
When I got even closer, my hands started to shake. I removed my slippers, and my husband told me not to look up. His words were heavy, but I was impatient. I wanted to reach the Kaaba as quickly as possible. The steps felt so long, as if I would never reach it.
But as I kept walking, my eyes filled with tears. I don’t know why I was crying, but I knew that I was getting close. And then my husband said, “Now look up.”
It was mesmerizing. My eyes were glued to the Kaaba. I cried and cried and cried. I was speechless. I didn’t know what to do or say. All I could do was be thankful for the opportunity to be there help me keep my Emaan stronger .
I read this every time I am low and feel the happiness that I got this opportunity and become happy
Happiness is all we create and this makes me smile all the time and my craving of going there never ends .