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Labbaikallah


Assalamu alaykum.

29 Zulkaedah. It is today. 
1 Zulhijjah is tomorrow.

Labbaikallahumma Labbaik.
Subhanallah. I missed Baitullah. I missed Masjidil Haram. I missed Masjidil Nabawi. I missed Haramain. I missed performing solat in this peaceful place. A place where we feel so close to Allah. Close to Allah despite the hectic situation around us. The most beautiful place on earth. The most beautiful family retreat that we had. May Allah grant us His forgiveness and allow us to be another one of His Dhuyuful-rahman again. Insha Allah.
Captured from a program in TV AlHjirah
This is a very interesting program. It brings us to the historical places in Makkah and Madinah and its surrounding. Appreciating the history brings us closer at heart to Rasulallah SAW. And closer to Allah SWT. Not only about visiting places, the program also discusses issues regarding pilgrimage. And my concentration is of course all the places - visited and not visited before. It gives a nostalgic feelings and arouse my desire to go to Haramain again.

I, once talk to a friend about going there again, and was advised not to. He argues that there are many other people around us that could gain benefit from the money that I would spend to go to Haramain. I very much agree to that. Insha Allah, I will not forget that but at the same time I would still want to go there. The MOST peaceful place to perform ibadah. I feel its good to be there every after few years to refresh our iman. To break free from the hectic 'worldly' life we are living in now. To devote ourself to   only Allah for few full days. And for once not thinking about work and worldly life for a while. Insha Allah. But again, we must get our Niat to go there right. Only to devote ourselves to Allah not to go for shopping or alike.


Ya Allah. Moga aku dijemput menjadi tetamuMu lagi. Ameen.

Wassalam.

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