Sweep up the streamers, put away the cake. I am back back back. Thank God for I made it safe to and fro, in one piece - nothing more, nothing less.

Actually, I have not cleared my mind up enough to update. But because everyone is asking me about how it was and how much of a good time I had within the last 2 weeks, I figured it was time to share. Also, seeing how supportive & encouraging everyone has been, I think everyone deserves to know. Haha. My writing skills have completely disappeared. So the next many many lines/paragraphs might not be in the best, flowery English you read in other blogs. I am still lost. This post is gna be very lengthy, but I'll try to make it very productive. I promise. Here goes:

The flight to Mecca was said to be 11hours or so. Because the plane had to transit at Abu Dhabi for 2hours. Sitting in the plane on my way to Jeddah was pretty much nerve wrecking. Firstly because I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Secondly, because I felt as though I was the most unexperienced and that I totally did not deserve to be there. The chance I was given to visit the most respectful place ever is undoubtedly out of the world? I don't know. Describing is kinda difficult. Haha. Anyways! The anxiety built up as we got nearer. However little did I know that I still had to wait for another whooping 3hours till we actually reach Mecca. After a long long tiresome journey, we arrived at Mecca safely. The atmosphere was different. The temperature was different. The traffic was different. The highways were different. The people were different. The accents were different. The purpose, was different. We did three Umrah(s) in total. I won't deny that it felt like bootcamp at first. Because I only have 2-3hours of sleep each night. We'd reach the hotel at 11pm, have dinner (or not), catch some shut-eye and wake up at 2.30am. Subuh was say, 3+am? Hahaha. Yes, it was that early. After subuh, we'd stay in the mosque for awhile, to recite the Quran or do the tawaf sunat. And then we'd leave for breakfast (sadly the hotel we stayed in didn't provide food for us, so we had to eat at another hotel) and then prepare for zuhur. It was never ending, really. However, time flew by over there. And, I felt really carefree. I didn't think about school, I didn't think about whether I've received any text messages/calls, I didn't think about how hungry/thirsty I was. My mind was locked on 1 mission. A mission to wash those sins. Hehe. We spent 6days in Mecca. Left for Madinah and that was better. More calm, and relaxed. That was when the Tawaf Kedai started. Hahaha. The stuff there are very very cheap. Imagine bargaining at the top of your voice in Metro. That was normal in Saudi. I might not mention many things. Nonetheless, I did visit many places. It was all planned for us. I don't wna go into detail because then you guys wouldn't be curious and won't wna visit the place soon.

Trust me. To whoever who said that it's tough, it's not. All you have got to do is to have a clean heart, have deep faith and jangan sembarang cakap. Have comments? Keep it to yourself. Whatever you face over there, there's always a reason behind it. And, remember that God only gave it to you because you deserve it. I fell terribly sick at Mecca for a straight 4days. I thought I was gna die, really. But, I told myself that I must have deserved this for the person I've been. The snob I must have acted as to so many people. This mouth of mine which was always ready to condemn and shoot off nasty words. And this heart of mine which wasn't always pure. I was ashamed. And honestly, I was scared. I was tremendously afraid. Although a part of me was happy because I managed to see the Ka'bah but another part of me was trembling. Trembling because I had nothing to show to God when He was going to ask me. Throughout the trip, I was strong - emotionally. But on that day, when I was sick. I cried like never before. I cried as I talked to God. I told Him how scared I was. I told Him how sorry I was. And I told Him how ungrateful & how fully flawed I am. And Alhamdulillah, I'm back. I came back.

Having spent so many days over there. I lost 2kg. But I gained experience, knowledge and I grew spiritually. I feel very lucky because I was invited to see the Ka'bah. I was given the golden opportunity. I am still very amused because no matter what race or what languages we all spoke there, we all were doing the same thing. We might not have understood each other at all, but we understood one another's purpose for being there. And that, I'm proud of. Because of such harmony & such faith we all have planted within us - we believe in the same religion. My eyes were teary when I saw the number of people who would stop whatever they were doing initially, and do their prayers. The minute they hear the azan. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. Not money, not beauty. We all were like 1 big family. I feel like going again. Yes, already. Insya Allah, for the second time, in 2 years :)

This post is very very long aye. I shall end here. To those who were supportive, comforting and there for me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Without anyone pushing me to my comfort zone & to being my best, I am sure I wouldn't be the person that I am today. I love all of you guys. It is good to be back. ♥

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