Sunday, April 15, 2007

FIELD TRIP!!!

I took a break for like 10 months. This little journal about my Umrah trip last summer was sitting around in the drafts, from september. So I decided to publish it.

Except its not just a post. Its a book. (try to) enjoy it inshaAllah :).

Dont worry, there's pictures!!

I pilfered them from my buddies' albums on something that rhymes with racebook. All by myself. ;)

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Alhamdulillah, got back from Shabab Islamic Centre's 2006 Umrah trip a few days ago. Needless to say, those three weeks will inshaAllah be burned into my head for the rest of my life. Some thoughts on the trip I figured that I should maybe write down, while its still fresh. Its mostly to store personal memories, so feel free to skip the categories. :)


1. Preliminaries

For better or for worse, the flight from T.O. was booked for like 6 AM in the morning. Me and another brother decided to be smart and arrive at the airport like 3-4 hours in advance, because we thought the 1 hour hop to NYC was considered an 'international' flight. Me? I didnt even sleep that night. Not sure if I could've since I was so excited about the whole trip.

So I arrive at Pearson at like 2 am in the morning, only to find out that the airport is basically deserted (except for the cleaning crews), and that all the airline counters are closed. The seats are unavailable because random people have decided to sleep over for the night, so I'm relegated to sitting on the floor and thinking about whats to happen next.

And because I've a tendency to be paranoid (ahem), I took out a pocket Qur'an and started reciting Surah Yaseen. ;)

The counters didnt open until 4 am, though, so we had plenty of time to sit around and day-dream. Customs was a breeze, alhamdulillah. The other brother who was with me, though, was in for a bit of a scare since the officer stuffed all his documents into a yellow folder and told him to step into a side room for uh, *further questioning*. Alhamdulillah, the brother was kicked out within a few minutes as the other officers bluntly told him that he didnt need *further questioning*, and was good to go. Needless to say, this same brother - lets call him Ali - thoroughly enjoyed his time at JFK International Airport, on our way back from the trip. ;)

Then we met a third brother inside the waiting lounge; very cool guy mashaAllah, who goes to UTSC.

The trip to NYC was only about an hour, which was good, because the plane that took us there was a dinky 40 seater jet that let you know every time it made a slight turn. The three of us were all seated at the very back of the plane, right ahead of the turbines. And the washroom, but khayr.

2. New Yawk City

So we get to LaGuardia airport by like 7.30 AM, with nothing to do for the next 14-ish hours. (The flight to Jeddah was scheduled to leave at 9 P.M). So one of the guys had the brilliant idea that we'd 'tour New York' and kill some time in the process. The idea was brilliant, but it had one hitch. We were 3 brown guys - noticeably Mozlem - that needed some place to stash our luggage. (I'm told that dragging three pieces of luggage across NYC is decidedly un-cool). I went up and asked one of the airport workers if there was anyplace I could put away my luggage for a few hours (e.g. a locker of sorts), and he immediately said no. Racist punk. But since we were in NYC of all places, I almost didnt want to blame him.

By the by: You New Yorkers dont know how to make an Ice Cappucino. Even Tim Hortons does it better than you guys. zomg!

So anyways, we were stuck with our luggage. Decided to wait a few hours cuz we had some friends coming over on the next flight from Toronto. Once they arrived, we made arrangements to get a taxi over to JFK airport. Along the way, we heard brief comments about how a news camera team was following one of the brothers in Pearson (Toronto's airport), but we basically didnt make too much out of it. At the time.

John F. Kennedy airport is humongous. HUGE. It has like 9 terminals, one of which (terminal 4) seems to be bigger than all 3 of Toronto's terminals combined. So anyway, we found a mall/ restaurant area and settled down there for a few hours. I went exploring, and found a pretty nice musalla not too far away from the place.

There were about 10 of us now, and since we were all tired, we basically prayed dhuhr and 'asr, and proceeded to crash in the place. More brothers/ sisters come in, and the more brothers lay down to nap in the brothers' only section. Numbers go up to 15-20 by now, so the sight of so many people napping in a prayer room got some attention. I had already taken my nap by then, and was reading Surah Yaseen (again, lol).

Random fobby airport dude comes up and starts causing a ruckus. He points at me and yells at the other brothers, claiming that they were disturbing my 'prayer'. One particular brother got up and and took him outside, for uh, a little discussion. Anyways, we all got up and did an impromptu halaqa on Umrah rites. Was pretty beneficial, imo.

Eventually we get to the Saudi Airlines counter, somewhere in Terminal 2 (took a train there; was quite a view) and waited there for another 4-5 hours before boarding onto the plane. So much for JFK. I volunteered to run around between terminals to pick up some brothers and sisters that had arrived on different flights to the main Saudi terminal. It helped pass the time, and it was exhiliarating in a weird sort of way, when you consider that I could've easily missed my own flight... but atleast it helped pass the time. :)

Saudi Airlines and the Camera of no return

3. Saudi Airlines
Not much to say here, except that the planes were actually quite good. They made American Airlines look like a third-world carrier, anyway. We had 2 full meals on SA (had a menu to choose from, at that), televisions on the back of each seat, and even a prayer space at the back of the plane, where you could have 8-10 people praying at the same time. Alhamdulillah.

I rank the flight as maybe an 8 / 10. It would have been higher if I had gotten a window seat though. :'(

4. Lost camera
So these pictures that are going to be posted arent actually my own; I'm having to leach off what other brothers took on the trip. Maybe there would've been more pictures otherwise.

So I'm not the only one in my family that tends to worry. Little Farooq was going out on his first major field trip - with no mummy - and so everyone seemed to get a tad overprotective. So when I asked to borrow my brother's digital camera, he purposely made me put it in the check-in luggage, because according to him, no electronics were allowed on the carry-ons. I learned the hard way that he was totally wrong. Not only were people bringing them on the carry-ons, they were even taking pictures inside the plane. Before we had even left Toronto!!

So feeling a bit left out, I come to JFK and take out the camera from the main suitcase and put it in my carry-on piece. But since my brother never gave me a case for the camera, it was kind of vulnerable. So I felt obliged to put it in this tupperware box my mom had given to keep my sandwiches. Except the box was old and breaking apart, so she told me to throw it away when I was done.

Anyways.

In our approach to Jeddah - basically when we were in and over the Red Sea - the announcement came on to don the ihrams. And ihrams are light and compact, you know? So when I put them on, I obviously needed to put away the clothes I had been wearing beforehand. However, because my clothes were much heavier, I had to get rid of excess stuff. Lying on top of everything else is none other then the old tupperware box my mom had told me to throw away. Except I didnt even throw it away; I left it on seat 46c. Was too lazy to throw it away, so I guess it serves me right.

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Suffice it to say, I now owe my brother a new Sony Cybershot digital camera. :'(

The Holiest place on Earth

4. Makkah

We got there at night, so initial reactions of the city was delayed. One thing of interest that did happen just before we reached the hotel, though: our bus driver, may Allah [swt] bless his soul, wanted to get us as close to the entrance as possible. To do this, he started reversing the bus on a one way street. 55 seater coach bus. In reverse. On a one way street. Oh, and it was basically Isha time, so there was a huge jam building up behind us. Then, to get out of the situation, he tried doing a three point turn...a three point turn. In a coach bus. On a one way street. At Isha time. In Makkah. With horns blaring non stop behind us.

Welcome to Saudi Arabia. :)

We basically ate dinner in the Dallah Ayjadh, had a quick intro session to the Shabab group that had organized the trip, and then headed out for the Umrah.

4a. The Umrah

On the outside, the Haram is like a white palace that stands out like an oasis in contrast to its surroundings.


As beautiful as the outside is, its naturally nothing compared to the awesomeness that is housed just inside...


Bayt al 'Atiq

Before I left, I was told that seeing the Ka'ba for the first time is a very... touching experience. In fact, you're almost left senseless the first time you lay eyes on it in real life. This is actually very true...I wouldnt trade those feelings for anything else in the world. There's also a saying (cant find the exact source) that any dua that you make during this time is granted. So ask for whatever you want, and it will be granted bi idhnillah.

Some wise people of the past would make the dua to have all their future duas (in the Haram) accepted. Which is kind of sneaky, but it works. But sometimes, you dont have the will-power to think about what you want to say... it just comes out. So yeah.

The umrah rites can actually be done in as little as 20 minutes (or so I'm told), but the average time is closer to 3 hours. If memory serves correct, you make tawaaf seven times, then pray 2 rakats of nawafil (preferably behind the Station of Ibrahim, but good luck with that), drink as much ZamZam as you possibly can, and then walk/ run between Safa-Marwa 7 times. At each mountain, you're supposed to try and face the Ka'ba, raise your hands and make du'a. Then when you're done this, you go out and get you hair trimmed/ shaved. Better to get it shaved, unless your mom wants it only trimmed. Like mine did. :/

When we were performing the Umrah, it was easily past 12 midnight. But the Haram was packed, mashaAllah. Later, I asked someone, and I was told that we had basically entered the peak time for Umrah (Rajab / Shaban/ Ramadan), which is why it was actually busier than normal.

In terms of carrying valuables around, its best not to leave them in the hotel, even when you're in a state of ihram. You're in the holiest city in the world, but unfortunately not all the people there appreciate that fact. Hotel workers easily have access to your rooms, and there have been incidents of valuables being stolen. Alhamdulillah, none of that happened in either of the hotels we stayed in.

Similarly, when you're making tawaaf and you're very close the the Ka'ba, there's alot of pushing and shoving that goes around. And alot of thieving as well, apparently. The best way (for guys, anyway) to store all their valuables is to take an ihram belt with pockets. Not only does it hold up the lower half of the ihram garments aka izaar (alhamdulillah), it also allows you to keep your more valuable stuff (money, passports, etc) on your person at all times. Though to be extra careful, guys should fold the upper part of their izaar over the belt, so as to cover the belt itself from public view.

Why bother, you ask?

Because sometimes, even the belts can get nicked when you're jostling around near the Ka'ba. When we (another brother - lets call him Umer - and myself) were making tawaf, we tried to get near the Ka'aba, and I saw 2-3 guys running away from the Ka'ba, with gleeful looks on their faces that clearly gave the impressio they had done something wrong. The last of the three guys had a necklace enclosed in his fists (no, it wasnt a tasbeeh). It looked like a cheap, child's necklace, so I was even more surprised as to why he would bother taking it. But I basically got his attention and gave him a few words that let him know I saw what he did. He tried to give me this blank, innocent look but there was guilt written all across his face. So I kind of went on in disgust, and tried to catch up with Umer.

I had heard alot of stories before coming about theives, but this was the only incident I ever experienced myself. On the whole, I think there's a bit of hype attached to the issue; your valuables should be safe as long as they're with you. Generally.

4b) Getting around teh System
For newbies like us, getting as close to the Ka'ba as you possibly can - and staying there - is probably one of the major themes of a visit to the Haram. It took a few days for me to learn that you cant just sit down next to the Ka'ba and casually offer 2 rak'ats. Even if you were to somehow manage to get a space to stand still, dont expect anyone to respect your prayer space. Because you're so close, you're basically praying inside the tawaaf circle of all the pilgrims. And pilgrims - actually, the vast majority of worshippers you'll meet in the Haramain - dont really care about stepping in front of your prayer, or jostling you from side to side.

So even if you manage to get some space, dont expect to have too much khushoo in your prayer, because people will be passing you on all sides. Besides, you'll actually be an obstacle to the other pilgrims making tawaaf, so its actually best to pray outside the circle altogether (the Hatim, of course, is a different case), and content yourself to pray from a distance, and just set your gaze on the Ka'ba in between nawafil prayers.

(Besides, if you're too close, the religious police will keep on your case and try to move you further and further back to make room for the tawaaf crowd.) Depending on the time of day, you may be able to pray closer to the Ka'ba then normal. At times, the tawaaf circle will be so big that it only leaves 6-7 rows to pray. At other times, like around Dhuhr and the midday sun, you can actually pray quite close.

But - brothers - if you want to pray close to the Ka'ba during the fardh prayers and then easily pray your sunnah prayers in the Hatim (the semi-circle area; pray inside it and you're basically praying inside the boundaries of the original Ka'ba) this is what you do:

1. Make sure you've finished doing your regular tawaaf (the tahiyyatul Haram) approximately 5-1o minutes before the adhaan goes. You need this extra time to position yourself close to the Hatim.

2. Then, as soon as the Adhaan starts, you'll see pilgrims directed away from the tawaaf area and back into the regular rows away from the Ka'ba for prayer. Ignore them, and head directly to the area thats to the right of the Hatim. You should be able to make it to ATLEAST within 2-3 rows away from the actual Ka'ba itself. *swoon*

3. Dont bother reading any nawafil prayers at this time. You'll have to spend enough energy trying to keep your spot, and there will also be pilgrims who are still making their rounds of tawaaf... so the khushu might be minimal. Content yourself with staring at the Ka'ba.

4. Pray the fardh in congregation.

5. Once the fardh prayers are over, you'll have about 5 seconds to make it to the Ka'ba (if thats what you want), or to line up to pray inside the Hatim. (They close the Hatim during the fardh prayers). Because you're basically near the Hatim already, and only a few rows away from the Ka'ba, you'll have no trouble getting in once they remove the barriers.

6. Obviously, you probably want to pray close to the Ka'ba as possibe, and you may be tempted to do so since the tawaaf circle is outside the Hatim, so you have no pilgrims to deal with. However, if you have the choice, I think its better to pray a bit further away; towards the back of the Hatim. This is because there will be other people fighting to get near the Ka'ba, and they can easily be a distraction for your prayer. However, its up to you.

This method will easily work atleast 90% of the time. The only two times it didnt work for me was a) when it was after 'Asr, and you're not supposed to pray anything in between 'Asr and Maghrib anyway, and b) once, the guards refused to open the barrier (some people were getting too pushy, I guess). But that time, we were actually blessed with a light drizzle. Which was awesome, because you had all these factors that multiplied the chances of a du'a being accepted. So yeah.

4c) Personalities
The Shabab Centre had some pretty amazing hookups, alhamdulillah. We had quite a few personalities meet with us while in Makkah. For example, in Madinah we had the opportunity to meet with Sh. Salman al-Oudah, as well Sh. Hudhaifee, the Imam of Masjid an-Nabawai. Sh. Thubaity (another Imam of an-Nabawi) also requested to have a meeting with our group, but unfortunately we couldnt make it.

But on our second full day in Makkah (Saturday, August 19th) there was a reception for us in the musallah of the Hilton just across the street from the Haram, in which Sh. Sa'ud ash-Shuraym (the Imam of the Haram) paid a visit. Rumour has it that a few Saudi princes also dropped by. I cant confirm these rumours myself, because I actually skipped the reception... : (I was kind of miffed at having to pray Maghrib in the musalla when the Haram was in full view, so I snuck out a while before Isha in case the reception extended that long). So I missed out on that.

Then, a few days later, there's a gentleman (cant remember his name) who oversees all the administrative affairs of the Haramain - in both Makkah and Madinah. Anyways, he requested to have an audience with the brothers in his office, which happened to be just down the street from our hotel and the Haram itself. Anyways, we expected to be given some insights in the policies that were implemented in the Haramain, but we were instead treated to a talk that outlined Saudi Arabia's domestic policy, and its zeal to implement these policies based on Islamic teachings. Which is all well and good, but ... during the Q&A session, the first question was asked by a very passionate brother - lets call him 'Gengiz', for simplicity's sake - in regards to Saudi's foreign policy...

... something about questioning where the Islam went when the same government was standing idly by watching its brothers and sisters in Iraq, Palestine, Lebanon, Afghanistan, etc. getting slaughtered, and even tacitly helping the oppressing nations in the process.

It was a very good question. But it was the wrong man to ask, and it kind of put him in a difficult position. (I'm told that there are two factions of the ruling group in Saudi..one which is religious, and one which is secular/ materialist... the religious faction has the say in domestic affairs, whereas the secular one rules foreign policy... and Allah [swt] knows best). Anyways, so much for that session. :)

4d. Mount 'Arafat
While at Makkah, we took the buses around to visit some of the areas that are used for Hajj, like Muzdalifa, Mina, the Jamraat, and 'Arafat. The Jaraat was under construction, and we just passed by Muzdalifa and Mina. But we stopped for a bit at 'Arafat, to climb the mountain and (if you were adventurous enough) to roam around on the plains.

The place has history, and a future which will probably be enough to humble anyone.

1. Unconfirmed reports say that when Adam and Hawwa (AS) were sent down from Heaven, they landed in seperate areas of the Earth. 'Arafat is where they finally met each other after wandering the lands. ('Arafat is supposed to be derived from *ta 'arafah* --> "they saw each other" ... or something like that.)

2. Fast forward several thousand years, and you'll see that this is the mountain where the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) gave his famous Khutbah when he performed his Hajj in 9 A.H.
Link to the Sermon: http://www.islamonline.net/English/In_Depth/mohamed/1424/kharitah/article02.shtml

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Depressingly (?) enough, they have bazaars and stalls everywhere. I wanted to buy a sword (they were real cheap!), but then had second thoughts on it. The logistics of bringing it back through customs and NYC with a ton of other Muslims after 9/11 and stuff kind of made me pause. :(


4e. Ta'if
Did you know they have monkeys roaming the mountains of Ta'if? They even had some at the Cave of Hira, and I'm assuming they were pretty aggressive. Heard stories about them stealing pop bottles from your very hands. And stuff. Anyways, we made a big fuss about seeing a family of mountain monkeys climbing up a distant hill. We were the ones behind a fence this time (heh), and so we tried to attract their attention by yelling and throwing things (the guys did, anyway). But, alas.

Some of us paused for a group picture. The brother in the top left is probably still trying to get the attention of the monkeys. :)

Anyhow, for some reason the bus drivers were stopping at random places and letting us off. On one such stop, we got off just to admire the mountainous view. Since there was nothing in between us and the mountains, I decided to go mountain climbing, under the assumption that we'd be there for quite a bit. A few other guys also wanted to come along, and we even saw on one of the nearby mountains a bedouin tent. A real. live. bedouin tent. We didnt see anyone, but I think there was laundry drying outside. We wanted to pay a visit to see what the bedouin hospitality was all about, but we couldnt go far because:

a) I was only wearing chappals
b) Some people in the other bus werent feeling too well, so we had to hurry along and get to our final destination.

Along the way, we came to a masjid that is probably the third most awesomest masjid I've ever seen, after the Haramain. It was so peaceful and set in such an idyllic setting, you feel like staying there all day. I asked other people in the group, and no one seemed to know its name. The group amir laughed me off though; he said it was a below average masjid by Saudi standards. Whatever. That place made Nugget Mosque and ISNA Canada mosques (in Toronto) look ghetto, even though these custom-built mosques have the fancy wudu areas, class rooms, and skylights.

We finally got to where we were going, which was basically a private picnic area to chill for the day. Brothers got to bond, etc. Its hard to describe, but the brothers had two enclosed picnic areas for themselves, right next to each other. Even though they were walled and had seperate entrances, there was a common wall about 3 meters high, over which you could hear what was happening in the adjacent area (which was basically a meeting place). Some people tried to speed the bonding process by fomenting a mini-war between the two sub groups, by throwing shoes, food and stuff over to the other side. But we couldnt really do too much, since one of the groups was loaded with shaykhs and we had to give them respect.

Towards the end of the day, when we were getting ready to leave, some locals came over on their own and offered tea and snacks to the whole group - mashaAllah at their adab and hospitality; I think Muslims living in the West can learn tons from the simple respect and manners that those living in much poorer and simpler communities treat strangers with.

Then we all (tried to) have a sing-along, in which we sang random nasheeds together into the desert night, like Tala'al Badru and Ghurabaa.

Sh. Yaser Fazaga and some brothers entertaining the rest of us.

Then we got ready to go back, and on the way back, we were supposed to do Umrah again (take advantage of the opportunity and whatnot), but I promptly threw up just outside the bus and wasnt really feeling well enough to do the rites again. Stupid hummus.

Luckily enough, the vomit provided me an excuse to stay in Makkah the next day, whereas the rest of the group was dragged off to some conference in Jeddah. Suckers. :)

Hijra to Madinah

5. Makkah --> Madinah

So we stayed about a week in Makkah, and after saying the Friday prayers in the Haram, we basically made ready to move out and head for Madinah; a 5 hour trip in our beloved coach buses.

Well, it was supposed to be a 5 hour trip....

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At this point, I should make mention of the fact that we had several sponsors for our trip. Saudi Airlines was one. Huda TV - a relatively new channel in the MidEast - was another. Saudi Airlines gave us the flight from NYC to Jeddah. And Huda TV? Well, Huda TV devoted its time to making 30 episodes of a reality TV show. Of our 14 day Umrah trip. Of us.

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Needless to say, the day-to-day details of our trip wasnt exactly worthy enough to be broadcast, so I felt somewhat sorry for the TV crew that was following us around everywhere. They made us repeat the dua for traveling a second time just so it could be captured on camera; they filmed us eating, sleeping during lectures, and they even had some of us re-enact Umrah rites... while we were in Madinah, to boot.

Anyways, this sympathy diminished during our bus ride to Madinah. So there were about 100 of us in total on this trip; I would say 55 brothers, maybe 45 sisters. Each got their own bus. heh. The brothers' bus was understandably a bit more crowded than necessary, so we had somewhat of a tight fit in the back of our bus; people were actually sitting / sleeping on the aisle. One enterprising young brother (remember 'Ali'?) actually took a mattress that was hidden behind the back row, spread it over the steps leading to the rear entrance, and made himself comfortable.

The heat, the crowded-ness, and the general anticipation surrounding the whole trip all combined to transform several brothers into hyperactive... um, clowns. You'd think it gave the Huda TV folks enough to film, anyway.


But no. As luck would have it, our brother's bus started to *break down* about an hour's drive out of Makkah. Well, it didnt really 'break down' in the regular sense, but the bus driver felt it would be best to ... pull over and have the bus changed. So he pulls into a random gas bar, and with the exception of another store right next to it, we are miles away from any other sign of civilization. Pure. Desert. Ya3ne.

All of us brothers were, of course, anxious to get off the bus. I had the opportunity to get off earlier than most since I was sitting next to the rear exit door, and after a short walk in the sand (awesome experience, I tell you), I turned around to see the rest of the brothers spilling out of the bus, much like clowns would be spilling out of a circus car. (Note: this analogy is more apt than you might think...).

We were told it would be atleast an hour before the replacement bus came, so a few brothers started a game of soccer right there in the desert. Some of us were really hungry, so we went on a little trek to the gas bar (because we were warned against buying anything from the store itself) to buy chips and water. And sat down and had a little picnic. heh.

It was actually one of the most amazing scenes of nature I'd been in, and since it was nearing sunset (and there was a gentle desert wind blowing), it was much, much better than being cooped up in a bus. There are alot of 'mountains' (or hills, if you prefer to call them that) in the way between Makkah and Madinah. Basically, it looks as if a gigantic bulldozer came along and just dumped dirt into various piles along the highway. Interestingly enough, rumours had gotten out that we had stopped because the Huda TV wanted us to stop, but these rumours were later discovered (?) to be baseless. Even then, it didnt prevent one brother from Saskatoon to slyly suggest to the camera that the bus had been sabotaged, simply so that the TV crew could add some spice to their reality series. He said it in english, so the crew didnt actually understand. It was only when the rest of us started laughing that camera backed away - slowly but surely - and retreated back to its own crew.

Other than that, most of us actually enjoyed the unscheduled stop, and were almost sad to see the next bus arrive to take us to Madinah. The folks at the gas bar were actually very nice and hospitable. They sprayed the ground down with water to prevent the dust from kicking up during the soccer game (given that water is so precious in the desert, I thought that was really saying alot), and then they spread out mats and cushions for all of us to relax and enjoy the desert sunset.

Anyways, the second bus soon arrived, and - I kid you not - we hadnt even left the gas bar before we discovered that it too was broken. Luckily, a company mechanic was on hand and he fixed the broken parts with a spare wire hanger. Interestingly enough, once we were back on our way to Madinah, the floor boards at the back of the bus actually started to fall apart; so you could literally see the moving parts beneath - and under that, the road flying by.

It caused a ruckus in the back, and some brothers (not me) started freaking out. We ended up putting a metal frame on top of it, and then another mattress on top of that to prevent anyone from falling into the hole. It was an awesome mini-trip, though. Even if it did end up taking around 3 hours longer than expected. :)

Madinah, the Masjid, and Accursed Elevator

6. Madinah al Munawwarah

The men's main entrance of Masjid an-Nabawi... the picture on the bottom is not from the 1800s. Its been digitially mastered. :)
Random memory: While visiting Uhud, our guide was telling us about this Hadith where the Prophet (PBUH) described how Dajjal would try to enter Madinah...but would be stopped at the gates. In the Hadith, Dajjal remarked about how he was prevented from the 'White Palace of Muhammad'... subhanAllah, this latest version of the an-Nabawi is only a few decades old, and it truly is a palace! Gold plated doors, marble floors, courtyards, and rich carpets....wa ash-hadu anna muhammadur Rasulullah!!

We got to Madinah around 11 pm at night. From the distance, we could see the tall, glowing minarets of an-Nabawi coming into view, even though we were well outside the city limits. Naturally, this led to spontaneous bursts of singing 'Madinatun Nabi' by Dawud Wharnsby, or - for those who had a more cheesy taste - 'Madinah, Madinah' by Aashiq i-Rasul.

By the time all of us had taken a shower, eaten, prayed Maghrib + Isha, it was already around 2 am anyway. So rather than go to sleep for a few cheap hours (and since we had napped enough on the bus anyway), me and Umer decided to stay awake to explore the courtyard around the Masjid, and stay there until it opened again around 3.30 am (unlike the Haram in Makkah, which is open 24/7, Masjid an-Nabawi closes from around 10:30 pm - 3:30 am every night for maintenance). This is good, because everyday you have a new opportunity to get some of the best seats in Masjid, if you're up for it.


The front of the Masjid, from the entrance facing the graves of the three companions. The green dome is incredibly beautiful, especially at night. I could just sit there for hours staring at it.

Being the newbies that we were, we stayed there when the doors opened and immediately headed for the Rawdah, which is a special, green carpeted area of the Masjid. The Prophet (PBUH) had stated that this area is a garden from among the gardens of Paradise.
You’re supposed to pray 2 rak’ats there and then move, making room for the crowd that’s waiting just outside the Rawdah section.

Well, we prayed some nawafil there, started reading some Qur'an to pass the time until Fajr, until we realized that we had a chance to be in the first row for the Fajr prayers (which has mad benefits, especially when you consider the blessed place its in). We quickly got up and headed for the first row, only to find out that all the spaces had already been taken by the local shuyukh and students of Madinah University. Anyways. At least we knew what to do the next time around...

Waking up at 2:30 am was fun; perhaps one of the most memorable part of our almost two week stay in Madinah. But it meant a few of us had to leave those late night, after-isha halaqas a bit early to make sure we got a decent amount of sleep. But it was in line with the Sunnah anyway, so it was all good.

6a) Masjid an-Nabawi
What can I say about the Masjid that hasnt been said already? Pictures generally say it best anyway.

Suffice it to say, the Prophet (PBUH) has said:

“One prayer in my mosque is better than one thousand prayers in any other mosque excepting Al-Masjid Al-Haram.” (Bukhari)

... and so naturally, the idea is to pray here as much as you can. And to stock up on rewards before returning.

There are two main areas of an-Nabawi that could commonly be targetted, to increase upon this 1000x reward:

1. Praying in the Rawdah. The Prophet (PBUH) has said, "What is between my house and my minbar is a garden (Rawdah) from the gardens (Riyadh) of Paradise". Nowadays, you know that you're in the Rawdah because the carpet is a green-ish color, whereas in the rest of the Masjid its red. The pillars are also of a different style.

Obviously, this hadith cannot be literal in its meaning, and must be used metaphorically. Praying in the Rawdah area is not as if you're actually praying in one of the physical gardens of Paradise. The reasoning given by some of the shuyukh we met in Madinah was that in Paradise, there is no fear, no sorrow, and no sickness. However, when you enter the Rawdah in an-Nabawi, it is still possible to be afraid, to have sorrow, and to suffer from illnesses. Hence, the nature of the Rawdah is different from the nature of the Gardens of Paradise.

2. Then you have the other place to pray in an-Nabawi, which is the same as the place-to-be in any other Masjid: the front row (for men; for women, the best row is the back row). Regarding the front row, the Prophet (PBUH) has said:

"If the people come to know of the great rewards and benefits of the congregational Prayer, they would never stray back but would rush to the mosque for it. The first row merits the highest rewards and should be regarded as if it consisted of pure angels. Two persons praying together merit greater rewards than each praying individually, the rule being that the larger the congregation, the higher its rewards in the sight of Allah." (Abu Da'ud)

and also:

"If people came to know the blessing of calling Adhan and the standing in the first row, they could do nothing but would draw lots to secure these privileges.''[Al-Bukhari and Muslim].

... among others.

But since the rewards of the Rawdah havent been detailed whereas those of the first row have, it seems reasonable to assume that its more beneficial to be praying fardh prayers in the first row, and any nawafil prayers in the Rawdah, if possible. If I had to choose between the two, I would have chosen the first row. And Allah [swt] knows best.


6b) The Dar ul Hijra Intercontinental Hotel
Ok, firstly I should get it out of the way that I'm not really a fan of luxury. I would personally have preferred to do this trip in the rough; living closer to nature and closer to how the Prophet (PBUH) and how the Sahabah experienced Makkah and Madinah.

That way, you get greater appreciation for how the Prophet (PBUH) travelled to Ta'if in the heat and promptly got stoned out of there, how the Sahabas would flee from Makkah towards Madinah in the scorching heat, and how the great armies of Islam would travel across vast stretches of desert and fight in the scorching desert heat.

As for our group, we had to rush to go out and *visit* Mt Uhud in the early hours of the day, before the sun reached its peak. We got there in air-conditioned busses, stayed there for like an hour, and left because the sun was rising too high - we left Uhud around 8 am because the heat was apparently too much to handle. And we left in air-conditioned buses.

So much for experiencing the life of the sahabas, yeh?
View of Mt Uhud in the distance, outside the main entrance of an-Nabawi. Our hotel would be one of the buildings on the left.

Same thing with the accomodations. Alhamdulillah, the organizers went above and beyond in providing everyone with luxurious suites, enough food, and such. But sometimes you want to keep it simple.

Anyways. Back to the issue at hand. On paper, the Dar ul Hijra InterContinental was supposed to be a 4 or 5 star hotel. On paper, mind you. In reality, it was ... meh. Didnt look like a 5 star. Or even a 4 star, for that matter.

Mainly because of the elevator. On one occasion, about 15 brothers crammed into the elevator because it had been a long day and we were all hungry. Going up to the 10th floor from the ground floor was looking to be a challenge, but we thought we were good since the weight limit was 2200 kg, and we werent even close to reaching that.

THE ELEVATOR gave a few jerks at first. It didnt move like it was supposed to. It went from G to 8, then it went back down to G. Then it went down even further to like -2 or something. By this time, quite a few brothers were freaked, and decided to evacuate from the elevator. That left like 5 or 6 of us still on. No more problems, yea?

Please. Thats when the elevator decided to go into pure, exhilirating free fall.

It was fun, actually. We fell with a slight thud (because we only fell 1-2 floors), and just waited. Eventually one of the shaykhs in the elevator had the bright idea of using the emergency telephone, to try and get a crew to force the doors open. After waiting for a few minutes, some of us got a bit impatient and the same shaykh decided to pry the doors open from the inside, only to find the team working on the other side staring right back at us. I decided to shatter the brief awkward silence with a simple 'Assalaamu alaikum'.

We climbed out of the shaft and tried to get out of the basement floor by going through the stairs, but the hotel crew was totally against it (they really dont like us using hotel stairs in Saudi.) But we went up in two groups; me and two other brothers decided to wait behind and go up as a second batch (didnt want to risk the same thing from happening again). We waited too long, and decided to try our luck with the stairs, once the hotel crew had left.

The stairs were a complete maze... we literally had to run around for the first few levels, trying to find the proper way up. If we ever came to a fork, one of us would hold one door open, while a second would cautiously go up to see if the next door opened into the right place. (If not, we'd be stuck in the bowels of an Intercontinental.) Anyways, we eventually made it back to the Mezzanine floor, and from there we took the other elevator. But we still got there in time for dinner. :)

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Beggars, Shopping, and the Journey Home

7. Beggars
One thing you'll notice in Makkah and Madinah is the number of beggars in the precincts of the Haram. I have to admit, its a good location to pick. You have pilgrims from all across the world coming and trying to get Mercy. Giving zakaat and feeding the poor is an excellent way to do so.
Some of these beggars are genuine; I would guess that most others are fake. Unfortunately, I learned this the hard way.


Once, another brother and I were in one of the malls across the Haram and the whole issue of beggars came up. We had suspected by then (being newbies to Makkah and whatnot) that there was a fair share of scam artists on the street. I was ready to ignore them all, but the brother gave me some very good advice and reminded me of Surah al Ma'oon; not to be like those who do not feed the needy and orphans and whatnot.

This naseeha ringing fresh in my head that night, I kind of tried to be extra generous that night. One desi uncle in bright blue shalwar kameez came up to me asking for some food to buy 'roti', but I didnt have any at the moment, so I put him off. Then I went back to the hotel grabbed some, and came back looking for the same uncle... he seemed genuine enough.

Couldn’t find him in the courtyard of the Haram, blue shalwar kameez or no. So I randomly dropped it off in front of some beggar lady.


Dude. No sooner had the bills left my hand (Saudis dont really use coins), these two little kids came running after me and chased me, begging for more money and make dua and stuff.

Persistent little munchkins, they were. I couldnt shake them, no matter how hard I tried. The last resort was to head all the way back to the hotel again (which was a good 5-10 minutes away), and hopefully lose them in the lobby by forcing the elevator shut on them. Finally, I crossed the last street before my hotel, and the kids didnt follow.

They just stopped. As if they werent allowed to go any further. I told some of the other brothers about this incident, and someone remarked that the streets of Makkah are filled with rival gangs, each with their own turf. The two little kids belonged to one group, and apparently the street my hotel was on marked the boundary of their turf.

Lesson you learn:
A. When giving charity in Makkah and Madinah, dont give it to people who come up asking you for it. If you absolutely must, give them food. NOT money.
B. Give whatever you give in secret, and away from crowds; lest someone else see you and start harrassing you.
C. Give it to people who dont ask you for money, but look like they could need it. These could be simple merchants on the street selling miswaks or stuff.


8. Shopping
Inevitably, the topic of shopping will always come up when going for Umrah or Hajj. Getting the best deals on the latest abayas, thobes, books and CDs. (I mean, I got entire sets of Imam Anwar alAwlaki for less than $20 CDN each).

Everyone knows that coming from the West, there are deals to be had. So do the merchants in Saudi. And they also know that if they double (and sometimes triple) the regular price, its still going to be a bargain for anyone coming from Canada/ USA/ UK. Someone told me that they expect you to haggle the price down, and that its an insult to the merchant if you dont.

Once, I went to a watch store and asked the guy how much the watch cost. He quoted something like 700 riyals, and I was positive it couldnt have cost more than $200 CDN (I got around by mentally converting the price into CDN $, and figured even then, it should be about half / a third of what was quoted). I was so insulted at this price, that I decided to insult the shopkeeper back by walking out of the store without another word.


Someone said that you should dress and talk like a Saudi. So for the first week or so, we'd go dressed up as Saudis and try to impress with our rudimentary knowledge of Arabic. Never mind that the shopkeepers can spot you as a tourist the moment you step into the store, the only people that visit those shops in the first place are tourists to begin with. Locals have their own hangouts. If you're going shopping in Makkah / Madinah, the malls that are right in front of the Haramain? yeah. you're not going to get the best deals there.

Then again, thats not the purpose of the trip. So save yourself $5 and rather that wasting extra time hunting for bargains, spend some extra time in the Haramain.

Anyways. One of the brothers and I spent one of the evenings trying to buy some stuff for the folks back home; specifically mom and sisters. Remembered some advice from some married brother that the jilbabs should be made of material that isnt 'noisy'. so we actually had to check the material before buying anything.

You know how stores have those mannequins? And they dress them up in front of the stores, just so you can get a better idea of how the material would 'look'? Yeah. I went up to behind one mannequin to check out the material of its jilbab. My left hand was still in mid air when the mannequin moved.

And I froze. And forced my hand down, and had to keep it down with my right hand.


And then we had to get out of there, cuz I would never trust any more mannequins in Saudi Arabia. Ever.

9. The Journey Home

The trip was only supposed to be about 2 weeks long; we had all promised family and employers that we’d basically be back by Labour Day weekend. Half of the people did leave as scheduled, but the other half (of which I was a part of), found that our seats were apparently overbooked, and there was no flight until 4-5 days later. It was only later that we had found that there were actually 50 empty seats on the Saudi Airlines flight that was scheduled to leave that Labour day weekend.


So we’re fretting and worrying. Some of us had to get back to work, and our bosses didn’t sanction the extra week off. So we were fretting and some of us who stress a lot were worrying that we’d lose our jobs. Alhamdulillah, none of that happened, and we got to stay almost a whole extra week in Madinah, FREEE!!! And there was no penalty, whatsoever!!


What an awesome blessing, mashaAllah.

At the return trip in New York, we got stopped for a few hours at a circus that was being administered by a bunch of clowns. (Otherwise known as the Customs and Immigration officers of John F. Kennedy International Airport). Can’t really talk about that here, some of those clowns might be reading.

;)

Rabbana taqabbal minna innaka antas Sami ul ‘Aleem, wa tubb ‘alayna innaka antat Tawwabur Raheem.

May Allah [swt] accept our Umrah, forgive all our sins and enable us to go back to the Holy cities soon to perform even greater acts of worship. Ameen!

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

radio silence

emails, islamica, and everything else (like MSN) are totally not on the to-do list anymore, cuz I'm totally working like a dog these days. 9am - 5pm on weekdays, and then off to a second place to work from 7pm to as late as 1.30/ 2 AM. basically, i only come home to sleep for like 4-5 hours.

alhamdulillah. atleast i get to rake in the dough for the next few weeks. then i can maybe burn a few bills on the Umrah trip that inshaAllah, I'll be going on in mid-august. 2 weeks left for that. w000t!!

the other cool thing is that my 9-5 job is actually being trained at the National Student Loans Service Centre. For all those that live in Ontario, this means that I basically work for OSAP. you know when you call in and what details about how much money you're getting, blah blah blah? yeah. I'm going to be one of the CSRs you'll be talking to.

:evil grin:

dont worry folks. my days and nights are spent trying to figure out a loophole in the system. in fact, my very next post (within a few days inshaAllah) will divulge the secret ins and outs of the loan system, and discuss ways of avoiding interest payments.

seems i might still have some hopeful leads; i'm only halfway thorugh training, so i have 1.5 weeks more of learning the nooks and crannies of the system.

stay tuned.