My favorite memories of Arafah are of finding a little secluded area behind a building with bushes all around and being able to sit and watch the Hujjaj walk by. So many different, different people... African, Arab, Indian, groups, ppl alone, women with wrapped babies on their back, so beautiful...all walking towards Allah. And then making dua for hours there until the sky turned orange and pink until with the last bated breath watching the sun sink under the horizon and saying Ameen!! :'( :'(
My one regret is that I wish I did less duas from books and more duas from the heart about me and life/hereafter in detail more!!