There was a man who lost his mother; another who is sick for long; there was a lady who wont conceive; another who had a child with troubles; a wife with an abusive husband, another with an abusive in-laws; a family with a dream for a house...
... a young girl with a dream for higher education; another boy who want her young sister to be well; a grand dad who want to see his children live in peace; an old lady who want a peaceful death...
.... a young couple who want to thank for making them meet; another who dreamed of a healthy child; a worn out face of a young man with callouse on his hands with his farewell lines, yearning for a chance to return before he dies, another young man in tears to make his life less hard
...a woman with her eyes closed and flashes of images of her old parents and little children - hoping for their best in life and less of struggles, one in his youth walking in silence hoping to find his right steps, a girl a little far walking with her head bowed down and words fogged, another looking up into the sky - as if there is where He is - to get her mother back...
... a middle aged man with lines of age and on his forehead and signs of time under his eyes with closed eyes and cupped hands asking for a favour to salvage his sinking business, a couple with a smile and walking like feather thanking for the good grades of their children, and one other who walks around in awe looking left right and ahead awakened to this new truth...
....sitting on the marble steps are a group old Turkish women with their hands upward...and an old Iranian man in reflection of the past and in contemplation of the remaining little future... a child running back and forth unaware of the stock of life ahead of her...
...and she said, "I still remember walking down these stairs, my son, when I came here first time...that was 25 years ago"...
...and I said "yes, mom, the stairs are all the same... only people changed.....with time....with their personal whims..."
..and she sighed.... looking at the magnificent piece of architecture... the master cube of the world... and she bid farewell to the House of Lord......
...and for me, a mission accomplished.... I took my first steps on the walls of her womb.... and I dreamed of these steps... to take with her... circumventing this House of Lord... in this holy place of Makkah...
...and I know.. there must have been a line in her words for the best of me... for the best of us… for the best of life...
...and we returned....
....every pillars that she walked by after the farewell prayer was perhaps the last time she will see them...
...every trees that she must have seen on her way back, perhaps the last sight of them for her...
...every mountains and hill tops that she passed by on her way back.... was perhaps bidding her farewell too.
...and if that is untrue, I pray that I be blessed to bring her back again... to take those steps once again... around this blessed House of Lord.
Posted on 27th May 2008
