By Aliyu Samba
Last night, I entered Makkah…
Yet my heart had been circling this city
long before my body arrived.
For years,
I carried the direction of this House
inside every prayer,
turning my face toward it
five times each day,
while my eyes remained strangers
to its beauty.
How strange that a place can live within you
before you ever touch its soil.
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And then it happened.
A moment so small in time,
yet so vast in meaning,
that all the years before it
seemed only preparation.
The crowd moved.
The marble widened.
The space opened.
And suddenly…
There it was.
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