A MOTHER’S LIFETIME DREAM: HER FIRST STEPS INTO MAKKAH
Among Millions Dressed In White, She Realized For The First Time In Her Life—Wealth, Titles, And Status Mean Nothing Before Allah
She was nearly seventy years old when her dream finally came true. For decades, she had been quietly saving small coins in jars, folded bills tucked behind her kitchen shelves believing that one day Allah would invite her to His House.
Her children often encouraged her to spend on herself, but she would smile and say, “This is my passport to peace.”
When she finally landed in Makkah with 3SixtyIslam by her side, she said it felt unreal. “Am I really here? Or is this a dream?”
The moment she stepped into Masjid al-Haram and laid eyes on the Ka’bah, tears flooded before words could form. She raised her hands but could only whisper, “Ya Allah… after all these years, You brought me here.”
Throughout the days of Hajj, she shared how every step felt like the lifting of a burden she had carried for years regrets, sins, unspoken worries. At Arafah, as the sun set and pilgrims around her raised their voices in dua, she wept until her hands trembled. Later, she described it as a rebirth: “I came carrying a lifetime of weight. I left feeling lighter than I did as a child.”
Her story is more than one of savings and sacrifice it’s a reminder that when Allah writes something for you, no delay can deny it. And when the call of Hajj comes, it comes at exactly the right time.
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