Mecca

I keep thinking about it. The dryness of the air. The scuffling. The elbows and shoulders that touched. So near yet so far. The strange serenity i never felt before. The optimism. The aura of kindness, in the midst of selfishness and selflessness. Devotion to the One. Allah.

Mecca has touched the hearts of many.

Mine uncluded.

It may sound cliche for those who heard the stories from people who came back from mecca but it is a cliched truth.

You do miss mecca.

It has been apart of you this whole time.

I just didnt know it until i went there.