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♡ you don't have to be virtual perfect.
Monday, May 4, 2009, 7:24 PM

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I would really love to go to Mecca and Madina again. I miss the days(weeks), we spent in there. Its just a feeling of purity and cleansity. LOL. Anyway, the song is sang by Nasheed, a Muslim group entitled My Mother.

I remember how we used to sing this song on our way there with my dearest cousins and nieces. Its a very beautiful days of our lives.
Back then, everything was very fine. I remember when mum says that we can not, by all means, to not complaint about anything when we reach there. Not even say that the weather's hot or you're feeling very warm, stuff like that cause if you do, what you complaint will really going to happen to you, big time.
For when that day that I accidentally said the weather's blazing hot, guess what the next second, the rest of my day began as which.
I also remember when a young pilgrim lady who was praying for as to have her baby born healthy as wished and the next day we got our of our hotels, she was safely pregnant. That was sigh, a significant moment I had in Arab. Back then, I was only 6/7 years old. Every morning, we woke up as early as 5am to perform our prayers in the mosque, and no one knows how I love the mosque. Its as equal as a palace. Really. Kid you not. All the ceilings and walls are reared with golden patches, such a beauty. Omg, I seriously love the mosque(!!)
And also there was one time when the boys had to go to some mini caves where the girls and ladies are not to follow. I heard from my brother that they went to this mini cave where they go inside, not wearing their clothes but were wrapped with a white cloth like those indians and they had to shave bald. God, they look like monks, but white monks(heh heh). Brother also told me that they could find droplets of pure water from the cave. A waste, the girls couldn't go.
And during one morning in Mecca or Madina, I couldn't recalled, that I had the chance to feed birds. Though its just a mere process of 'feeding birds', indeed one could sense that great satisfactory of it. There seems to be like thousands of birds flying chirping around you. Whoaa. I totally love it. Really.
I wish time would permit me to go there again with Dad this time. Oh.