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When we talk about four millions people attending Hajj pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia in 2010, maybe half of them were women.
Some came by herself and some came with their family...
And they come from many part of the world.
From Africa with their colorful fashionably clothes ...
From Indonesia …
From the nearby middle east countries…
Even from China …
(Love your smile sister …)Yes, many women, many backgrounds, many stories.
I have a chance to learn from them even by a small talk between prayers. Ya, ya, ya, I should be praying but when we were about two hours sitting next to each other, we could not help to chat.
Some chats and encounters actually touched me and even changed me.
A. An ‘enlighten’ from IranI met Hosnia, a bright Iran women, when I was in Nabawi Mosque of Madinah.
At first. we had a short chat, very short because the pray started after that.
The next day I met her again at the mosque yard.
This time, the conversation took a bit long.
Hosnia had a very well knowledge of Islam and Hajj. Much much better than me. She had the idea that Hajj is not all about going to Saudi Arabia and does the rituals. Moslem who goes Hajj should also learn about the universality of Islam, the brotherhood among Moslem and Hajj should change the way Moslem live after returning home.
Then she asked me if I understand the meaning or the philosophy behind all the rituals we did during Hajj. Well, embarrassedly I said I did not know all of them.
Then nicely she explained to me about it. One of them is about
Thawaf, one of the rituals I liked to do but frankly I did not know its purpose.
Thawaf is a ritual to circle Ka’bah, the house of Allah SWT, seven times. The circling is done anti clockwise.“We circle Ka’Bah anti clockwise, just like the earth circles the sun. It represents that our life evolves around Allah SWT and for Allah SWT only. Whatever we do is because of Allah SWT,” she said. It really touched me, thinking what a big ego I had been.
Before she left, Hosnia gave me some praying books. The good thing is, even she is from Iran, the books are in English.
Thanks Hosnia.
B. A Malaysian hit me on the head!For many years, I have been having bad sentiment against Malaysian, I got carried away by political and social issues between Indonesia and the neighboring country. I used to think so negative about these people, well at least until a little incident took place at the grand mosque, the Al Haram.
To get a good spot at the grand mosque, Ka’Bah view, we have to get to the mosque ground floor and to get the spot we had to be there two hours before praying time. That day, I was an hour away from the noon pray. The mosque ground floor was full.
But I tried my luck.
Once I got to the mosque, I put my praying mat next to a middle age lady. She was friendly. But later a Woman Guard asked us to move as she said we were on the walkway. The lady and I moved to other space and put our mat, but we got moved over again. I was scared a little because it started to get very crowded. But the lady held my hand and took me to other spot and said “Let’s put our praying mat and pray.”
Before we even got a chance to pray, we were asked to move again. It was a bit chaotic at that time. In the middle of it, the lady still held my hand and took me to other spot and again asked me to pray. That’s the time I recognized her accent. She was Malaysian. A Malaysian held me around the mosque to get a spot for praying. As I put my mat and started praying, I could feel the tears went down my check.
‘God, forgive me for being so foolish all this time. For judging people only based on their origin, for being so hateful. I have been no different with a racist, the kind of people that I don't want to become’
Yes, this Malaysian lady sure did ‘hit' me on the head. She made me ‘sober’ again.
C. The AmericansAfter having an emotional encounter with the Malaysian, I went up to the second floor. I should have been there in the first place as it was not so crowded.
A nice young girl sat next to me. We said 'Hi' and then I notice
the stars and stripes the American flag, on her badge.
I could not help to ask “Hi, you’re an American?”
“Yes, I am from Arizona” she said.
Let's say her name was Soraya. She told me how happy she was being in Mecca as it was easy for her to practice Islam. “It was hard to practice in the US. Some of us have to take off our headscarf” and she continued in tears “Even my parents does not approve me going Hajj.”
I did not know what to do. I just told her maybe her parents concerned about her safety. Then I showed Soraya the picture of Warren and Peggy, my American parents who visited me in Kalimantan a couple weeks before I left for Hajj. I told Soraya how wonderful they are and how I had a great time living in America.
In this picture, Warren and Peggy were having dinner in Cak Ali, a famous seafood restaurant in Sangata, Indonesia.As she looked at Warren and Peggy’s picture, Soraya kept saying “
Subhanallah, Subhanallah ..” I was so happy to hear her said that.
Subhanallah means "Glory to God" -- this phrase is often used when praising God or exclaiming awe at His attributes, bounties, or creation.I hope Soraya keeps her faith to her country. Yes, for now maybe it is hard being there as a Moslem. But as we find unfriendly people every where, there are more friendly and kind people in the world. America is full of kind people. I know it, because I know many Americans that I love dearly.
D. The Mother in lawOne afternoon, on the ground floor of Al Haram, I pray next to an Indonesian lady named Nisa. She was originally from the island of Madura.
Nisa came to Mecca with her family including her mother in law. She seemed to be a devoted person as she took care of her in laws very well while at the mosque.
We have been there around four hours and it was an hour away from the evening pray.
I was in great condition because I had coffee before leaving the hotel. But not Nisa, she was so sleepy. She kept spraying water to her face to stay awake. To lie down on the floor is not a good option, as it was not proper and also once we fell asleep we have to wash up again. The ablution place was outside the mosque.
So I asked Nisa to rest against my back. She did, but only for a couple minutes. I asked her what happen, because I though she was comfortable back there.
“My mother in law is staring at me,” she said. I looked at the in laws, yup, the mother was staring at us. At that moment I did not blame Nisa for being so devoted and I was thankful that I came to Mecca by myself :)
E. The SocksIt was four o’clock in the morning in Al Haram mosque, I had the best praying spot facing Ka’Bah.
There was a lady prayed next to me. She was from Australia.
We talked between prayers and she said that Indonesian Moslems were very fashionable. I agreed with her.
Then she said, Indonesian also good in making many kinds of socks. I looked at my socks and I had to agree with her again. Indonesian women went Hajj with many kinds of pair of socks; Ordinary socks, the sock with no stitches at the toes so they could be pulled up when we wash our feet, or even the socks covering each of our toes like gloves did.
Then Mrs Moosa, that’s her name, said. “What if later I give you some money so you can buy me some Indonesia socks and send them to Australia?” She gave me her address in Sidney.
You know what, I did not have to do that because later I found that I still have a new pair of socks and I did not need them. So, I give them to the Aussie sister. It was an easy delivery as she live in the same hotel with me!
I am so happy I can go to the holly land to do Hajj and happier that I got acquaintance with these great ladies.
I even found some good friends there.
(Bu Jumaiyah, Imel, Pak Taher, Alpi, may Allah SWT bless you all).Some friends to share the cold floor of Hajj Terminal of Jeddah Airport.
(Thanks for the photo Puti …)Well, I guess the Hosnia was right, Hajj is not all about rituals and prayers. It is way beyond that. It changes the way we see the world, it changes the way we feel as a Moslem and it should change us to a better person.
Thanks goodness I finally found a taxi who was willing to take me to the airport. However I had to be happy listening to the game from the taxi radio. Loud and clear .... all the way to the airport!
Checked my way in and heading to the airport business lounge. There was many business men, with their ties and jackets, staring at the wide screen, jumping and screaming in excitement whenever the player hit the wicket ..... I guessed I just had to wait until arriving Singapore, didn’t I?
Gateway of India was built to celebrate the arrival of King George V. You know, he was the father of Colin Firth, whoops ... I mean King George VI.
In 2008, some terrorist attacked the hotel causing many victims.
Then I walked back to the hotel for breakfast. I stayed at Gordon house, a small boutique hotel. Very nice and I loved it more as there was an Asian restaurant in its ground floor. Kind of healing my appetite after three days of curry! ... (I like curry, but for three days in a row is too much for me. My great grandpa may came from India, but my tongue is very much Indonesian ... :) )
An old building.
After breakfast, I took a ride to Victoria Terminus.
I could not believe that the beautiful building was actually a train station!
The sun rose up and I could see how crowded Mumbai traffic was.
Everybody was busy...
Even the bulls .....
I continued my journey to the Old Mumbai University.
After a quick lunch, I went to the Prince of Wales Museum (Also known as Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya). Many artifact from Mohenjo Daro times to and traditional art works were displayed there.
From the museum, it took only five minutes walk to Colaba Causeway. We could find many souvenirs stalls and shops in cheap price.
I checked the time and realized that I had been traveling for over eight hours. Nothing can’t beat a cold drink and a slice of apple pie! Yup, I got them in Leopold Café. So yummy!
Leopold Café was an early site of gunfire and grenade explosions during the 2008 Mumbai attacks by terrorists. The restaurant was extensively damaged during the attacks.* However, I did not see any remains of such devastation. In contrary, it was pact with guests and serving good food.
