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Diary of an Umrah Story
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Three years later...
The bus pulled up to the curb next to the New White Palace Hotel, our abode for
the week we were to spend in Makkah. We were all so tired from our
journeys but energized as we looked out the tinted bus windows trying to
glimpse anything of
the Haram Shareef. Down the hill we saw parts of a mosque minaret and
wall. It seemed like a medieval castle or fortress with hundreds of lights
around it. All of Makkah looks like any other middle eastern city: dark,
tan brick buildings and hotels, hundreds of people about dressed in
thobes, kufis,
abayas, hijab and niqab, streets lined with stores and cars, people
selling
things on sidewalks, sleeping on sidewalks..:)
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Among all this the Haram looks like a spiritual mirage glowing from
within, with all of Makkah built around it, scrambling to get as close as
they can.
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