بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم
ذَٰلِكَ الْكِتَابُ لَا رَيْبَ ۛ فِيهِ ۛ هُدًى لِلْمُتَّقِينَ
“This is the Book about which there is no doubt, a guidance for those conscious of Allah -“
My eyes were so heavy, added by the stiff which still control my body. Dizzy clutching the head like a big heavy pot. After all, I had to get up to observe the situation.
Walking in a narrow and dark bus corridor surely unpleasant for anyone who is just getting up. Gobbledy buses, poor lighting, or cardboard unaccidentaly kicked were common.
The snoring of the white clothing pilgrim broke the silence. Ladies in white hijab slept as tired as the men; some still hold a prayer book. “Alhamdulillah they are able to sleep.” I am relieved to consider that we will have physical activity for about six hours in Mecca.
At the edge of bus were small and yellow sparks coming from the row of streetlights. A faint sound of people reading the verses of the Holy Qur’an accompanied by dim light gray. Once approaching, the scenery becomes clearer. Two men smiled and asked if I was well rested?
Abdullah was reciting Qur’anic verses behind wheel. The Moroccan driver is a figure I admire for his cappability to memorizing the Qur’an, his polite manner, his clean and neat outfit, and his dashing face like Dwayne Johnson. Right next to Abdullah, Jumadi sits on a gray bus staircase. My friend from Madura is a patient, gentle, dependable, and waiting for the birth of his child. He wore two ihram cloths while his right hand clasped the Qur’anic manuscripts. In the left hand a mobile phone on; apparently this gray light source was.
It was about an hour until we arrived in Mecca. Instead of returning to my seat, I prefer to stay in front of Abdullah’s melodious reading. May Allah guard and bless both of them. May Allah also give the same for myself, my dear readers, and our beloved family.