. There were no Caterpillar shoes or sneakers. There was no varicose deposit. I felt no pain. There is no pain when you set your feet in the path of Allah. This is what Hajj taught me.
Before:
My wife and I were furniture shopping for our new retreat. I told her that I wanted an eight-inch mattress for the bed. “Not foam. Spring is better.” We had extensive discussions on the congenial of bed, sofas, coffee tables and chairs we wanted. Only the best would do.
After:
I was lying on the ground of Muzdalifa looking at the leading man filled sky. There was no furniture, no mattress and no pillow. Next to me, my wife and daughter were sleeping soundly as if they were at a comfortable five-star pension. But what five-star hotel could be better than the sacred dry sand of Muzdalifa? It’s a place where everyone is the same. There is no difference between a marketing manager, a solicitor, a beggar or a taxi driver. Everyone has to spend the night out in the open with millions of other fellow Muslims. There are no tents, no beds, no one to look after your things when you sleep and yet, everyone sleeps peacefully as if there are no worries in the world. Human needs are much more basic than we have made them in our own greed. This is what Hajj taught me.