Road to Riyadh: A pilgrim’s impressions
Labbaik Allahumma Labbaik” (”Here I am, my Lord, here I am”). No I have not done the Holy Hajj, but Urnrah. (The Urnrah is an extra, optional pilgrimage and does not count as the once-in-a-lifetime Hajj). Last year in March. Actually I went to Saudi Arab to present my Paper on Communication technology in King Saud University, Riyadh.
End of 2008 I was preparing the paper. I was really very restless. The time is knocking the door, I must finish and submit my abstract in due time. As it was geting tough and tougher I was calling Allah, please HELP.
After that I was going from one Library to another, to fmd essential books to make a research work. It was very hard to find a book with the latent theme the “effects of communication technology on young generation” I have started to observe some families, who have children up 9 years and above. I go very often to them, talk to the parents as well as the children. It was peculiar, that I could talk to the parents easily and it was very hard to talk to the children. Every time they have been busy either with games like wii, play station, or they can hear me hardly, as they were bandaged with wire iike the toy doctor. It looks till today for me very funny. Today’s young generation like to show them gladly, that they are wired. Two ears are schwitched with two head phones and around the neck snare the iphone or mp3, in the bag or pant pocket This a typisch picture of a modem youths.
Back my observation. It was a hard assignment to talk a young girl or boy. No, I am not saying that they are-hot obedient Of course they are. But they don’t like to be disturbed. They have their own world with electronics amusing articles, so they like to be busy with those expensive articles. As I was going to talk one of them, he could not concentrate to his games or music. Who likes disturbing guy? Sure, not also me! Before my paper was submited, I have received my E-ticket, per mail. Sukran. Trust is good, control is beter- I also believe it I did ask the Airlines whether everything is okay? The person asked me the name of the passenger. I said my name. He replies, no he cannot find my name. But as I said the ticket number, replied the angry man, no you cannot fly, because instead my name, there was the name of my father.
The Saudi university authority has made a big mistake. Allah, please help me.
He suggested to call Saudi authority, to correct the passenger name. Next day they have solved this problem. Sukran.
I was asked by Saudi authority, if I will be invited to visit Mecca for Urnrah, do I agree?
No, till today I cannot believe it What? I will visit Haram Sharif? Dear Almighty Allah, if it is simply dream, please allow me to visit your House.
Again, again I have very big problem. It is Friday. Tomorrow Saturday at 11 o’clock I have departure schedule. Ja, it is early in the morning in Germany, midday in Saudi Arab. Hotline exchange Riyadh Stutgart- Berlin, Saudi Embassy. At 16 hour I have got the final news Visa is issued, and I will get it either today late night or tomorrow in the Airport, short before my fly to Riyadh. 23:30 I have received it at home. I have packed my suitcase. I did not forget to take papers with me. Sukran!
After this time I could sleep for a while. It was really a sleepless night in my life. I left my bed many times. Looked at the sky. No I did not fmd him. Where is he?
Allah, I had never planed to perform my Hajj. I have decided with my sister Monju, we will distribute this Hajj money among the needy persons or patients. We thought, we are obliged to our fellow human being, to help them. As Poet Nazrul wrote: “Haschror din khoda boliben, he adom sontan, tumi more koro nei sheba, chhinu roge oggyan”. That’s why I believe, it is the same work, if you treat a patient during his sickness, and you have treated the Almighty Allah. Allah has made the Human being with his best power. We human being deserved the strength of Allah. But “man proposes, God disposes”.
Once my mother told, if you can go to paradise, you will fmd there only silky paths, where are only happiness, you can eat whatever you like, you can get, what you do you like etc. My stopover was in Istanbul. In my childhood I heard very often about this fascinating place of the world. As first class passenger now I am here. VIP Lounge in Istanbul Airport Oh my God is it the Paradise? Am I dead?
Is it the place of Angels! I am geting service with very obliged obedient super beautiful personals. I can cheek my Mail on Golden Tables, golden lamps, Chandeliers. I did take a short sleep in a fairytale world. This room was five meter high, transparent curtains from deck to floor, romantic breeze, light Turkish melodies, where one can only enjoy, also when one asleep. I have never seen such a wonderful VIP Lounge in any international Airports. For seven hours I was in the paradise! Sukran.
Sunday midnight 1 O’clock we arrive in Riyadh airport Dear God, where are you? Or I am now? I was six o’clock we arrive in our Hotel Marriot Our Luggage
I also believe it I did ask the Airlines whether everything is okay? The person asked me the name of the passenger. I said my name. He replies, no he cannot find my name. But as I said the ticket number, replied the angry man, no you cannot fly, because instead my name, there was the name of my father.
The Saudi university authority has made a big mistake. Allah, please help me.
He suggested to call Saudi authority, to correct the passenger name. Next day they have solved this problem. Sukran.
I was asked for Saudi authority, if I will be invited to visit Mecca for Umrah, do I agree?
No, till today I cannot believe it What? I will visit Haram Sharif? Dear Almighty Allah, if it is simply dream, please allow me to visit your House.
Again, again I have very big problem. It is Friday. Tomorrow Saturday at 11 o’clock I have departure schedule. Ja, it is early in the morning in Germany, midday in Saudi Arab. Hotline exchange Riyadh-Stutgart- Berlin, Saudi Embassy.
At 16 hour I have got the final news Visa is issued, and I will get it either today late night or tomorrow in the Airport, short before my fly to Riyadh. 23:30 I have received it at home. I have packed my suitcase. I did not forget to take papers with me. Sukran!
After this time I could sleep for a while. It was really a sleepless night in my life. I left my bed many times. Looked at the sky. No I did not find him. Where is he?
Allah, I had never planed to perform my Hajj. I have decided with my sister Monju, we will distribute this Hajj money among the needy persons or patients. We thought, we are obliged to our fellow human being, to help them. As Poet Nazrul wrote: “Haschror din khoda boliben, he adom sontan, tumi more koro nei sheba, chhinu roge oggyan”. That’s why I believe, it is the same work, if you treat a patient during his sickness, and you have treated the Almighty Allah. Allah has made the Human being with his best power. We human being deserved the strength of Allah. But “man proposes, God disposes”.
Once my mother told, if you can go to paradise, you will find there only silky paths, where are only happiness, you can eat whatever you like, you can get, what you do you like etc. My stopover was in Istanbul. In my childhood I heard very often about this fascinating place of the world. As first class passenger now I am here. VIP Lounge in Istanbul Airport Oh my God is it the Paradise? Am I dead?
Is it the place of Angels! I am geting service with very obliged obedient super beautiful personals. I can cheek my Mail on Golden Tables, golden lamps, Chandeliers. I did take a short sleep in a fairytale world. This room was five meter high, transparent curtains from deck to floor, romantic breeze, light Turkish melodies, where one can only enjoy, also when one asleep. I have never seen such a wonderful VIP Lounge in any international Airports. For seven hours I was in the paradise! Sukran.
Sunday midnight 2 0´clock we arrived in Riyadh airport Dear God, where are you? Or where I am now?
It was six o’clock we arrived in our Hotel Marriot Our luggages were carried by the Saudi Personals. We didn’t have to take care for those maters. At seven we are going to our rooms. Again! Everybody has got their suitcase, but not me? At ten o’clock is my Lecture. After 90 minutes I have received it Sukran.
King Saud University has two parts, one for women another for men. As usual in Saudi Arab, the strongest Muslim religion dominated land, though, women participants were enough/ satisfactory there.
I am very lucky to see the Saudi educated women world. It was a tremendous experience in a modern Muslim world. In this women University Campus, the Saudi women are moving around the premises. If a woman comes late in the Premise, she will be transported with a mini car, like golf car, to the right place or institute. The drivers are of course women. As I was wondering the Campus, I ask myself, am I in a European University Campus? Or more? The Saudi female students are smarter than any other elite University. Most of the students are coming from westernised families or rich families, who wish to be educated. Their Uniform was only a black long skirt, but upper dress was much more than Europe! Their behaviour is very smart Well dressed, well make up, expensive fragrance, with expensive Handy. Like the so-called angels in paradise. Very ultra modern hair cut, with different colours. Believe me, I could not believe till today. Some times I thought, this people are those lucky guys in the world, who have never experience hunger, diseases or something like that They have been ever lucky persons of the world, who can wonder in the so-called fairy tales, where one can enjoy the life, only laugh, very happy.
In this happy world I have meet two young Bangladeshi women, working in this University campus as cleaners. They work 12 hours a day, monthly salary approximate $100. One of them has eight years old boy, living in a Bangladeshi village with his family. She is the earning source of the family. Another
one is willing to get married, but could not find the right person. I like to convey my best respect to these young deshi female workers, as they are fighting for their lives. Complement
They are trying the best as women, to find their luck in a desert land. Congratulations. Instead to begging, working is the moto. Our final Dinner took place in “King Abdul Aziz Palace, where only selected state guests are invited.
If I describe about the Palace, then it will be 10kg heavy book. May be I will write a book on this theme.
Just one thing I can write, during the conference, the women and the men participants were divided. We could not meet other. Some of the women professors have protested this system as discriminierung. During the dinner came to me a Saudi old professor with black and white hair with mostache, asked to me: Madame you did protested the dipartation between us, now today we are together. Are you happy now? Making a humour added another Saudi professor, tell yes we can! I replied, no, yes we have done!
In the midnight we left Riyadh for Jeddah, for Mecca. Only Muslim conference participants were invited to go to Mecca. All of us put on our Hajj clothes form the Hotel before we get up on the Bus. Just as we have got on the bus, all of us begin to recite “Labbaek allhuma labbaek”. What a thrilling feeling. I feel that I am going to meet God..
Same praying was in the Plane, from Riyadh to Jeddah. Each and everybody was praying, reading the Quran, and reciting different suras.
Are we were flying to the Hashor Maidan directly, I asked myself. The Jeddah Airport is a small Airport Again we were Living Jeddah airport in the direction of Haram Sharif, Allah’s House. Unthinkable. It is no more Fairy Tales, but the Truth. Allahmua Labbyek..: It was midnight I was trying the Haram Sharif.
Within one hour we arrived in our hotel Sohada, approximate 10 minutes to a walking distance from Haram. Our guide Professor said, in 20 Minutes we will start for the Haram. As I came down from my room I could not find, any of our Participants. Then I went with some other Hotel guest in a mini bus. It was 15 minutes to Fazar Azan. I was scared, oh, I am an unknown here, and how I can go to the Kaaba Sharif?
Then I thought I have been here to visit Allah’s House Haram Sharif,( As the birthplace of Islam’s founder, the Prophet Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) (SAW), Makkah is considered a holy city. This is where Prophet was born in the 6th century AD, where he began preaching and where he returned for his final pilgrimage. In Arabic, the city is known as Makkah Al-Mukkaramah (”Mecca the blessed”). So I must not have any kind of fearness. As soon as we have got down from the mini bus, called the Muajjin with Azan. All of us run in a hurry up to the right place. We tried to run long, but suddenly it no more possible. Everybody was geting for Fazr prayer. I have integrated myself in the women corner and did the so as the others have done. I cannot believe it; I am really in the Kabab Sharif. I made my eyes closed and praying with heart and soul. I thought I have nothing to lose; I am really in Kaaba Sharif intern. In our life only HE can help, where no other HELP is available. I was very free of fear. I don’t know what the next rituals are.
I asked people, where is the Safa and Marwoa? (As stated in the former section the origin of this Muslim ritual called “Saee” was based on Ishmael’s mothers search for water for her son. Safa is the rocky hill from which “Saiy” starts, and Marwah is the rocky hill at which “Saee” ends. It is mentioned in Holy Quran that they are of Allah’s rituals; accordingly, they have a great importance to Muslims) someone showed me over there, where the green lights are. I did follow his advice. For me it is a long was to pray and walk and to feel the blessings of Allah. I feel, it is the direct path to Allah or to Hashor Maidan. After the Tawab, I really met my colleagues, with them I could come back to our Hotel Al Sohada. Shohada (meaning martyrs.)
It was sunny day. I have decided with other colleagues to pray every das as much as possible. We went there for Maghreb prayer. After the prayer we wanted to see the Zam Zam. (ZamZam well is located few meters east of Kaaba under the Tawaf area, the well is 35 meters deep and topped by an elegant dome. Many prophetic traditions (Hadeeths) referred to the superiority of ZamZam water, such as:
“The best water on the earth is Zamzam”. “It is blessed, for drinking and for curing).
Unfortunately the original ZamZam is no more to see. But plenty of Zamzam water is available in many containers and also paper glasses are there.
On the next day we went to Bibi Ayesha’s graveyard,.(The most pious and spiritual grave yard of the world is called, “Jannat-ul-Baqqi” where a number of companions (RA), wives daughters and other family members of Prophet Muhammad sallalla ho allihi wasalam are lying to rest) it is the starting point of Hajj. Each every time I wondered. I was totally surprised. Only two Nafal Namaz was enough. Near from Haram Sharif, it was calling loud Umrah, Umrah. I thougt I was in Syedabad Bus station, Dhaka. No, we were in Riyadh! It was really very funny for me.
We went to the Haram Sharif so regularly as it was a much known place of ours, that, in this place we are wondering for many years, without any hesitation. In between the path from Kaaba to our hotel there a lot of litle shops chain likes Dhaka New Market footpath shops chain! Almost same was the footpath!
Whenever I went to the Kaaba, midnight or midday the presence of the people remains the same. Thursday (19.03.2009) was my last day in Mecca. I wanted to buy something for my family. We went for Asar prayer. No, God had another plan. I have done my Maghreb as well as Esher prayer. Twos of my colleagues took me in their hand and begin the Kaaba Tawaf. Suddenly tears are coming from my eyes; I said to Allah, are they your Angels? I thought I am dying and will go direct to Paradise as the two angels are accompanying me. I could touch the Kaaba wall. Really.
It was 21 Hours. My departure is at 2 a.m. As soon as I came back to Hotel, I went for Dinner. Soon I was called to leave the Hotel. My guide Professor told me today is Thursday; Mecca will have too many people, who came Thursday night for a holy prayer. So please leave the Hotel, because the highway may have jam, and you cannot fly today. I left my plate with full Spices, packed my suitcase quickly, get on a Limousine. The guide professor said, my sister, please don’t mind. I hope you will have a pleasant journey.
To tell the truth my drive from Mecca to Jeddah airport was total free. In Saudi, in this night I was a lone woman in a Limousine, with the Bangladesh (ZSylehti) young driver, coming back to my family in Germany. I didn’t spend even a single penny in seven days, I bought nothing, but I bring with me a very big and pleasant feeling. The seeing of Allah’s House, the House of the biggest power, ever, and the best feeling in my life, which I will ever fresh in my heart for, each and every second. Sukran.
Author: Monowara Begum Moni
Source: the New Nation
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