| By mesunshine,
on 17-01-2004 05:06
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Quivering and murmuring joyously, lost in a stream of all hue, shriveled and exhausted, yet carrying along with that which wears out the young and energetic, while most of them are old, desiring to die rather than return safely.
Add to that the fact that it’s not a mile or two, rather it is a thousand miles off, in a land foreign almost to all barring a few, sweltering climate, ‘alien’ language, and ‘foreign’ nationals, not to forget ‘undecipherable’ visa.
Despite stampede, sunstroke, hypertension, packed transportation and accidents they go along with the plan unhampered.
Men, they are strong, they will make up by ‘hook or crook,’ women, poor things! They are ‘resilient.’
Tears rolling down the cheeks and murmuring, (men too!)
“Here I’m!”
“Here I’m O Lord!”
“Here I’m!”
“There is none like You,”
“Here I’m!”
“Truly all praise,”
“And grace (belongs to You),”
“Yours is the sovereignty,”
“There’s none like You.”
Here are more than a million followers, coming from so many countries and so many cultures.
For Hajj – the last pillar of Islam, obligatory on those who are able.
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