Years ago, my husband and I went to perform Hajj.
I think I once wrote a post about that journey, but I can’t remember which one.
Anyway, as hard as this trip was, it somehow turned out to be just as funny.
I think it was in 2005 when we took a flight to Egypt to leave my two little boys with family. I smile now as I write this post, but back then I wept buckets as we headed to Cairo Airport to take our flight to Saudi Arabia.
In this holy place, there is no place for brands or for showing off.
I wore a white cotton dress, a white hijab, and simple slippers, just like most of the women.
By the way, women are allowed to wear any colour but I preferred white.
Simple and modest, women put on their clean dresses and hijabs out of obedience and respect for the holy rituals. No one would criticise or even think about the quality or the brand of anyone else’s clothes.
Isn’t this a beautiful picture to be part of and a beautiful memory to treasure.
I reckon no one would believe that my husband and I didn’t take any photos during this trip.
Honestly, we didn’t.
Simply because, back then, phones were not allowed inside the holy mosque.
So no one would have taken photos to show what they were wearing, how they were praying, or how they were feeling.
Even outside, around the other sights, we didn’t bother taking pictures.
We lived precious moments that carved themselves deeply into our memories for years, and that’s more authentic than any captured photo.
Things have changed a lot these days.
Still, the holy rituals are not for any brands.
With Hajj’s precious memories and thoughts,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 