.we never really left the Holy Land, my wife and I....after more than two months from the day of our return, we were still there...sometimes alone together at home, little things trigger off our memory...a touch, a prayer, Zam Zam water...and we were back in MasjidilHaram...the fragrance of a memory that lingers...oft times we wished we were back there...taking that brisk walk to Haram in the early hours before dawn...amid the constant din of cars honking...the crowd of purposeful pilgrims...the smell and the dust...we missed Misfalah...we missed the constant call,' Hajji...Hajji..Hajji...
....most of all we missed the Kaabah....
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