"The Sacred House at the City of Makkah " a Mecca Travel Page by majed81

[Remember Abraham said: "O my Lord! make this city one of peace and security: And reserve me and my sons from worshipping idols.]
[Qur'an 14:35]

I can’t count how many times I went to Makkah because it is a lot, but every time I go there I feel I am a new person. This place is sacred from (God) Allah. History involved with every corner in this holy city.

The moment you access to Makkah you would feel you are very small. This holy place is in the Middle of massive Mountains and giant towers.
My last trip to Makkah was December 2003. I went there with my mother at night. We preformed Umrah. It was windy and pleasant at that night. It was almost empty or it seemed empty because it is very large mosque.

I can’t describe my happiness whenever I see the Kaba ” Cubic”. The place is bright and my heart felt bright. Muslim people from all over are seen. Deferent people but same heart and purpose. All testing the moment of peace.

You would see all kind of people praying, no matter if they were rich or poor, young or old, male or female, Caucasian, Asian or Black, they are all the same.

I can describe my atmosphere on being at the middle of the holy mosque. I will try to describe my brain picture.

This Pakistani little girl watching people, oh wait!!! look at the Nigerian boy running with a big smile in his face, pigeons flying all over, birds singing even at night, old Turkish man with a white beard holding his hand and asking Allah for something I don’t know what it is, people walking around Kaba, Afghani woman drinking from the icy Water of “Zmzm”, a young Indonesian guy looking at the sky and thinking deeply, Moroccan old woman sleeping in peace, Egyptian man reading the holy Quran, New converted American man tearing the happiness tear for being at this peaceful place, Malaysian lady crying asking for forgiveness, Bosnian woman feeding pigeons, Handicapped old Ethiopian man crawling the mosque’s marble for the sake of competing his duty, Indian woman nursing her baby, Iranian couples sheering quite talks, Syrian man teaching his little girl some values….etc.


I have always thought I am strong person and never would tear, but I discovered how weak my soul to stand this great, pleasant place. Nothing could describe the feeling of being in Makkah BUT an honest tear and soft heart convincing me to go there again.

The footprints of the Prophet Ibrahim are preserved in a cast, enclosed in this dome. It is believed the Prophet Ibrahim built the fist Ka'bah with the help of his son Ismail. The Holy Ka'bah can be seen in the background.