From London to Mecca

A look at my diary to realize that all this was absolute truth. Time will not be able to erase the memories engraved in my heart. The orchards of the city and the tranquility of the mosques and the thousands of worshippers who passed by me with eyes overflowing with tears, moistening with humility, will remain present in my mind. I will not forget the greatness and majesty of the Masjid al-Haram in Mecca, and I will not forget the pilgrimage journey in the desert heading to Mount Arafat. My soul will forever carry the joy of contentment and happiness that I experienced. The previous days brought me nothing but goodness, beauty, and amazement. I have discovered a new and amazing world.