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YouGotaGift.com is the first of its kind Online Mall for Gift Cards in the Middle East, based in the UAE. The service offers a fun and convenient way of celebrating friends and occasions by sending prepaid eGift Cards from leading brands using the web and mobile devices.

This service was launched in September 2013 to help gift givers with making gift-giving easy by introducing the region’s first online platform for gift card shopping.

Personally, I really like this idea. I’d like to give a person the chance to choose his or own gift, something that they’d find useful. When I was newly married, I have had several boxes of gifts – all containing glasses. While I appreciated the sweet and kind gesture of my guests giving me presents, I ran out of places to store several boxes of these glasses. And I also remember wishing that someone would gift me a tea set.

YouGotaGift offers wedding registries, corporate gifts and allows people to pitch in for group gifts.

It’s interesting to note that more than 20 per cent of their traffic or purchases have come from outside the UAE — UK, New Zealand, Saudi Arabia, Lebanon, etc. So if you live abroad and need to buy someone in the UAE a gift, YouGotaGift is a great option for you.

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YouGotaGift has partnered with 70+ leading stores like Nike, Mall of the Emirates, babyshop, Virgin Megastore, Galeries Lafayette, S*UCE Gifts, Boutique 1, Faces, iStyle, Vox Cinemas, Ski Dubai, Toys R’ Us and more.

They also offer a Wedding Registry, which allows the bride and groom to collect Cash and Gift Cards instead of unwanted gifts, to purchase what they need most, whether it’s home furnishings or an extravagant honeymoon. The contributed funds are transferred to a YouGotaGift.com Gift Card that can be used at any of their partner stores. They also offer a direct transfer option, where funds are deposited directly into the bride and groom’s bank account.

Go check out YouGotaGift.com‘s website to browse through the gift options, or visit their Facebook page.

This is a sponsored post. 

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fukurou house dubai

Fukurou means owl in NihongoIn Japan owls symbolize good fortune, protection from hardships and suffering, and wisdom. I was, therefore, under the impression that I’d be dining in a restaurant that specializes in Japanese cuisine. My Japanese friend, Grace, would be the perfect companion for lunch, I decided.

Fukurou House Restaurant presents international, creative food and a style of service that is called “intuitive dining”.

So there’s no Japanese food but we weren’t disappointed and, as we would later discover, the new, amazing flavors definitely pleased our taste buds.

The things that immediately caught my attention when entering the restaurant were the white furniture and sparkling chandeliers. There are areas in the room that are highlighted with purple lights. A set of paintings adorn a wall.

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new restaurant in dubai

Fukurou House Restaurant invites you to escape the mundane and indulge in their intimate ambiance of ornate walls and gold chandeliers. They feature new and creative art gallery/restaurant concept which includes:

  • exhibition wall displaying new and original artwork (paintings, photographs, etc) every month
  • boutique wall featuring local and global designers’ collections
  • cozy stage for speakers and live talent/entertainment

Fukurou House Restaurant prides itself on its creatively playful and organically healthy dishes. The chef describes her cooking as “revised traditional” with creativity and no compromise on the best products.

Armen Kostanyan, managing partner of Fukurou House, is extremely passionate about his restaurant, which clearly showed when he spoke to us about his motivation behind this concept.

“We want people to feel the passionate energy we have for food, service and the arts. We want to promote this feeling and encourage the Dubai community to experience it with us. Our one-of-a-kind menu was inspired by the intuition of our chefs, we create what we love!”

The menu is moderate sized and priced, and offers a collection of healthy, flavorful, and creatively-presented food. Meticulously selected recipes from around the world are tweaked to modern tastes.

Armen arrived in Dubai from Armenia almost thirteen years ago and has always been passionate about food. He told us about his travels and how he loved learning about and experimenting with different flavors and textures of food. Armen personally goes to the market every morning to get the freshest ingredients and prefers to buy local produce. He and his partner opened Fukurou House in January 2015 (just two months ago!) and yet the response has been really good.

What’s very interesting for me is that each dish has fruits in it. “I want every dish to inspire all the senses, make it truly intuitive,” says Chef Hermine.

Caviar Trio (29 AED) Eggplant, beetroot and apple caviar with homemade lavash

Caviar Trio. Eggplant, beetroot and apple caviar with homemade lavash. AED 29.

chicken and beef pancakes

Chicken Carrot Pancake. Tender chicken breast with carrots, garlic, onion,  and coriander  rolled in a crunchy, spiced  pancake paired with a fresh  homemade yogurt of walnuts and lime juice. AED 32

Minced Beef Pancake  (32 AED) Home minced beef, rice, spices and coriander  rolled in a crunchy slightly fried pancake.

Minced Beef Pancake. Home minced beef, rice, spices and coriander rolled in a crunchy slightly fried pancake, paired with a fresh  homemade yogurt of walnuts and lime juice. AED 32

Smoked Salmon Roll (38 AED) Fresh dill smoked salmon with tangy bits of orange,red capsium and avocado wrapped in crunchy iceberg lettuce. Comes with a delicate and light lemongrass, lime, and ginger sauce.

smoked salmon roll

Smoked Salmon Roll. Fresh dill smoked salmon with tangy bits of orange, red capsicum and avocado wrapped in crunchy iceberg lettuce. Comes with a delicate and light lemongrass, lime, and ginger sauce. AED 38

Pear Bleu Cheese Flatbread (42 AED) Crispy, oven-roasted flatbread and mozzarella filled with juicy slices of pear, bleu cheese and vegetables

Pear Bleu Cheese Flatbread. Crispy, oven-roasted flatbread and mozzarella filled with juicy slices of pear, bleu cheese and vegetables. AED 42

salmon with quinoa

Salmon with Strawberry Salsa. Succulent salmon fillet with a tangy vinegar salsa mix of fresh strawberries, onion and basil. Served with warm quinoa. AED 85

non-alcoholic champagne

Non-alcoholic champagne to go with the salmon with strawberry salsa. AED 17 per glass and AED 80 per bottle.

Cinnamon Pear (35 AED) Sweet and warm oven roasted pear baked ripe with lime, walnuts and cinnamon. Comes with a side of homemade yogurt.

Cinnamon Pear. Sweet and warm oven roasted pear baked ripe with lime, walnuts and cinnamon. Comes with a side of homemade yogurt. AED 35

The food tastes fresh, flavorful, and refreshingly light – not to mention an absolute delight to the eyes! Each bite conveys the love and passion with which the dish was made. I couldn’t choose one favorite even if I wanted to! From the appetizers to the main course and finally dessert, everything was carefully prepared and gorgeously presented.

I would definitely recommend Fukurou House to anyone who isn’t afraid to try new flavors and textures. It’s a great place to have healthy food with your family and friends, or to organize events.

Fukurou House

Ground Floor of Emirates Financial Towers, DIFC in Dubai, UAE
P.O BOX 506817
Phone: +971 4 552 1540
Email: armen@fukurouhouse.com

Hours of operation

Saturday – Thursday – 9:00am – 9:00pm
Friday 2:00pm – 9:00pm

Parking

There are several paid public parking spaces outside the building. Other options include parking within the building – AED 10 per hour or valet (not sure how much).

Grace and I were guests of Fukurou House but all opinions are my own.

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Googled image of the plains of Arafat

 

There is no day upon which Allah frees His servants from the Hellfire more than the day of Arafat. He draws near and then He praises them to the angels, saying: What do these people want?

Prophet Mohammed (peace be upon him). Sahih Muslim 1348.

The Day of Arafat is the Day of Hajj. 

When Prophet Mohammed (peace be upon him) was standing in Arafat on a Friday, a Qur’anic verse was revealed to him, “This day I have perfected your religion for you, completed My favor upon you, and have chosen for you Islam as your religion.” This is from Surah al-Maidah (5:3).

It is this day when the pilgrims gather in Arafat, praying and supplicating to their Lord because Arafat is a day of forgiveness from sins.

This is the day that every pilgrim look forward to with great anticipation. Let’s put is this way: the entire hajj and its validity is confined in the actual day of Arafat.

This means that Hajj becomes valid only when the day of Arafat is observed by those who undertake the journey. Regardless how long the pilgrims stay in Makkah, if they missed this day, they have then missed the whole Hajj.

The intense excitement for Arafat was palpable within the tents of Mina.

After a restless few hours of sleep during our first night in the Mina tent, I woke up at 3:00 AM and, finding most of the women still asleep, decided to head to the bathrooms to wash and make ablution for Fajr. While the prayers were to be offered at 4:30 AM, the bathroom queue was already long enough for me to catch another hour of sleep, if only sleeping whilst standing was possible.

Almost two hours later, I was back in my tent. All the lights have been switched on. Everyone was awake at this point and there was a very busy buzz in all the tents as people were either praying or packing their belongings.

Our group leader knocked on our door and announced that we need not bring all our belongings to Arafat and that the door will be locked and secured while we were away. Mom and I decided to leave our clothes behind. We packed our dua list/books, Qur’an, MP3 prayer with Islamic lectures, toiletries, umbrella, and a bottle of water.

Makkah’s new Metro system is a great way to travel. 

It was a Friday. Our group assembled right outside the back gate of the UAE maktab. Our group leader was standing in front holding a big sign that has the name of our group on it, next to UAE’s flag.

Stepping out of the gate that separated the UAE group of tents from the tents of other countries, felt like stepping into another world. Right outside our comfortable tents with soft mattresses and endless supply of food and drinks, were hundreds of other pilgrims sitting on newspapers and cardboard boxes. Men, women, and their children sat there in the open with their belongings. I wondered why they were not in tents. I mean, the Saudi government regulates the number of pilgrims each year, so I had always assumed that one of the reasons for this is for everyone to be accommodated comfortably in Mina.

I felt Masood’s hand on my back, gently urging me to keep pace with the rest of the group. It’s almost 8 AM and there are pilgrims everywhere, all heading towards Arafat. The sun already felt hot, yet I’m too excited to be bothered by it. Our group leader kept looking back at us to make sure none of us went missing; he’d do a quick headcount every 15 minutes or so.

heading to arafah from mina

Our group reached Metro Station # 2 and we were instructed to alight at Arafat 2. Several young men in uniform (both regular staff of the Metro as well as volunteer workers) were busy guiding the pilgrims where to go.

Our group leader handed out Metro “bracelets” the other night, back in the Mina tent. These things fasten securely once you put them on and the only way to remove them is to cut them with scissors.

hajj metro train pass

I haven’t seen anyone sell these things during Hajj so I am assuming that our Hajj group has applied for these beforehand. Oh, and checkout my pretty abaya. It’s extremely light, cool to the skin, and dries very easily. Most of the women wore white, which became dirty even before reaching Arafat. And then there were those who wore black, and that seemed pretty hot under the sun and amidst the sea of pilgrims.

The entire trip from Mina to Arafat takes about 2 hours by train and 6 hours by bus. 

As a matter of fact, the actual train ride itself took no more than 20 minutes but the long queues took forever. Still, traveling by train was a lot more convenient than taking the bus. Pilgrims who had to take the bus experienced horrible traffic conditions, exhaustion, and, ultimately, frustration. May Allah reward every single hardship faced by all hujjaj.

makkah metro train hajj

We were separated from the rest of our group because mom was in a wheelchair and we were directed to use the elevator. So families with a wheelchair with them all gathered in front of the elevator. The problem was that there was only one elevator and everyone was in a rush.

Inch by inch, we moved forward, closer to the doors of the elevator. By the time we were in front of the line, people started pushing us from behind. The second the doors opened, some of the pilgrims began behaving like crazy, shoving us violently inside the elevator so that they could also all fit in and not wait for the next trip. As I was unsuccessfully trying to keep a decent distance between myself and the gentleman in front of me, I felt a wheel almost crush my right foot. There was a huge commotion at the doors with the pilgrims refusing to move back and the staff desperately attempting to make space so that the automatic doors would close.

By the time the doors did close—which, by the way, seemed quite a miraculous feat in itself—the elevator was filled so much there wasn’t an inch of empty space. Pilgrims were pressed against each other, all sweating and visibly shaken from all the pushing and shoving. The elevator quickly filled up with carbon monoxide and the odor of sweat,  and before we all ended up fainting right then and there, the doors reopened, sending in fresh, cool air from outside.

The next train arrived almost immediately. There was a separate queue for wheelchairs and disabled, so we were asked to line up there. Quite predictably, the moment the doors of the train opened, people disregarded the lines and proceeded to rush violently inside as if their lives depended on this particular train. Two gentlemen gave up their seats for me and mom. The train was very new, modern-looking, clean, cool, and spacious.

Outside the huge glass windows of the train, I could see the entire city of Mina lay magnificently for us to admire. Rows upon rows of white tents as far as my eyes could see. For a few minutes, the massive number of pilgrims crammed inside the train and their voices faded away, and all I could see, hear, and breathe was the view of Mina.

I was abruptly brought back to reality when someone stepped on my toe. I looked up and gave that lady a smile. She must have been exhausted. I got up and offered her my seat, which she promptly accepted.

If you find yourself separated from your group and lost, approach a man in uniform. 

Army, policemen, and volunteers are trained to look after the hujjaj, and they can successfully guide you back to your group if you approach them – specially if you have your identification cards with you. I saw a few men and women—all of them older than 50 and unable to read directions/signs— who looked apprehensive as their nervous eyes scanned the crowd looking for someone familiar. One woman stood at the side of the road, obviously lost, but refused to talk to us. I wanted to offer her to use my cellphone, in case she wanted to talk to someone from her group.

Down at the metro station of Arafat, we couldn’t find our group at the spot where they’d say they would meet us. Masood called our group leader, who told us to remain where we were and that he’d come get us. The crowd was thick in Arafat; every single pilgrim was here.

Our group leader found us shortly, and he is accompanied by two other pilgrims from our group. We thought it extremely sweet and kind of them to come find us. They even helped push ammi’s wheelchair.

We did lose our way once, having entered the wrong gate. The place can get so confusing! But when we did reach our tent in Arafat, I could not believe what I saw.

When we hear the word Arafat, we immediately visualize a place that’s dry, dusty, hot, and crowded. But did you know there’s also luxury here?

The footpath outside the gate was covered by straw mats and pieces of cardboard boxes. Families, even those with small babies, occupied these narrow spaces. A makeshift tent of plastic and more cardboard boxes protected them from the sun. Some families had portable stoves to whip up simple meals, others bought from street side vendors who took advantage of the crowd that the season of Hajj has brought in.

Despite these difficult conditions, I had not seen nor had been approached by any pilgrim who begged for food or money. Even though their faces clearly showed exhaustion and lack of sleep, every single pilgrim held on, their faith giving them strength and contentment.

My father and sister came to Hajj from Pakistan. They had taken a VIP package so that my father—whose body is taking a toll from diabetes, hypertension, and advancing age—could perform all the rituals comfortably. But while they did get to stay in five-star hotels in Makkah and Madinah, their tent in Arafat was the same as the majority of pilgrims: it was big and carpeted, yes, and they were provided with drinks and food, but the fan was blowing hot air within the tent. Lethargy and dehydration began to set in. Most of the pilgrims from their group developed severe headache, and my sister vomited twice. “Spending the day in Arafat was the toughest for me,” she would later tell me.

I stood outside a wide gate, my umbrella shielding me from the harsh rays of the midday sun. A couple of security guys checked our IDs before letting us in. There were UAE flags everywhere. The first thing I noticed was stepping on a thick green carpet that looked and felt like grass.

 uae arafah tent

There was a covered area on the left in which chairs with comfortable cushions welcomed the pilgrims. There were large electric fans (that also blows cool mist) all over the place. Large dustbins made sure the place was always clean. Lamps illuminated the place at dusk.

To our right was the men’s tent, and further inside were three more tents – two for the ladies and another one for the men. My mom and I walked into the ladies’ tent. I pulled up the flap of the tent and peered in. Cold air blew on my face. It took a few minutes for my eyes to get adjusted to the darker interior of the tent, considering that the sun was too bright outside.

Each of the Emirati tent was huge. My tent was fully carpeted and so cold you couldn’t tell it was scorching hot outside. To my left were refrigerators with glass doors so that I could see that they were filled up with water, juice, soda, cups of yoghurt, chocolate bars, and bottles of buttermilk. There were tables filled with assorted snacks, baskets of fruits and fresh dates, and flasks of tea and coffee. The first few rows to my right were soft mattresses with pillows and blankets, all of which were occupied by women who were already sound asleep when I walked in. I wondered what time they arrived here.

Just as my group was the last one to reach Mina, it was also the last one to reach in Arafat. All the mattresses and sofa beds were taken up, and we could hardly find a place for us to sit down. There were several trees inside our tent. Yes, real trees! Apparently, whoever organized these tents made sure there were trees around. And when I looked up, I saw crystal chandeliers. Too bad I couldn’t take a picture to show you because the women around me were unveiled.

Mom and I walked toward the end of the tent and found a spot near a tree. My mom-in-law and sister-in-law also joined us. A few ladies from our group secured a couple of sofa beds and gestured for me to send my mom over to where they were. I asked my mom to go and get some rest.

Masood called to check if we were okay. “I can’t believe the ladies are actually sleeping here!” I whispered on the phone. “How can you sleep on a sacred day like this?” He told me it was the same in the men’s tent. Pilgrims were tired. It was hot in the Mina tents and we did not get much sleep the other night.

Once settled in, my sister-in-law and I got ourselves a fruit basket and some drinks. We then decided to go to the bathroom to freshen up and do ablutions to avoid the crowd later. There were four separate toilets and, next to them, was a wall with four taps attached to it for ablutions. On the other side of the toilets was a wall with sinks and mirrors. This entire area was then enclosed by a makeshift wall and huge white sheets to provide the women some privacy.

One of the ladies bought a Dettol spray which was passed to whoever waited in line next. It was handed to me by the lady who went in before me, and I gave it to the lady who came next. I thought it was such a good gesture. The tap inside the toilet was broken and water was all over the place. Again, I was glad I was wearing a washable pair of shoes from Crocs.

While coming out of the bathroom, we heard what sounded like an explosion followed by women screaming. We rushed outside to see what was happening. Immediately, like a minute or so later, a fire truck and an ambulance arrived at the scene. Two women were carried out of the tent and into the ambulance. Later, we learned that there had been a short circuit in the tent, and the spark and noise scared the women. The ones closest to the air-conditioning unit that had the electrical malfunction got so scared they had to be calmed down by medics.

The Friday sermon was inaudible through the speakers. Moments later, a lady rose and read from a paper that she held. It was about the importance and significance of the Day of Arafat. It was also about how we should be spending this day in order to gain maximum rewards from Allah. After her impressive sermon, we offered prayers. Lunch was served afterwards: chicken biryani, fresh salad, and yoghurt. We all sat together and had lunch as a huge group. I had a brief, friendly chitchat with a couple of ladies.

A lot of women promptly went back to sleep after lunch. My family and I took out our dua list and books. We had so many dua requests from family and friends. We had so many duas to make for people we don’t personally know. We had so many duas for all the pilgrims. We had so many duas to make for ourselves. The Day of Arafat is the day to make duas. Every single moment is precious, and when I see my dua list and book, I realized that one day wasn’t enough.

Masood called to tell me that he felt extremely sleepy inside the tent. He decided it best to go sit outside and read his duas there. “It’s hot out here, but at least I know I won’t fall asleep,” he told me.

Everyone was awoken during Asar time, and pilgrims were urged to get out of the tents and make dua out in the open. 

It was quite sad to notice that some pilgrims had to be awaken from their deep slumber on a blessed day such as today. There were also those who preferred to chitchat in the coolness and comfort of the tent instead of going out and making dua.

There were those who were out praying in the barren land of Arafah—completely ignoring the crowd, the heat, the discomfort of not having a soft spot to sit on—their lips quivering and their eyes welling up with tears as they sought forgiveness from Allah for their sins:

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Image source: http://thebeautyofislam.tumblr.com

 

And then there were those of us whom Allah has blessed with an abundance of comfort and luxury, alhumdulillah.

day of arafah

We sat under the shade of trees as fans with cool mist kept us comfortable. The sky above me was bright and blue, the thick clouds dulling the sun’s heat. I began my prayers by thanking my Creator for all the blessings I had been bestowed with. I imagined myself as a child and thought of all the privileges I had growing up, the education I had the chance to receive and complete, my family and friends, health, career, this Hajj, and so much more. Tears were pouring like they never flowed before.

As I got lost in my prayers, I forgot about all the people around me. We were standing there, under the afternoon sky, our hands spread out, begging for forgiveness and imploring Allah blessings. More than anything else, each pilgrim would want to return home as pure and clean as a new-born baby. Each one of us beseeched Allah to grant us jannat-ul-firdaus. We prayed that we change as a person so that we are a better and improved version of ourselves when we return to our normal lives. We prayed for those who are living, and we sought forgiveness for those who have departed.

Regardless of the state of comfort or discomfort one was in on the Day of Arafat, knowing that more than 2 million pilgrims were here in one place—leaving their families and possessions behind, and spending a fortune to be here as a sign of obedience to Allah—was a powerful feeling. When you’re out there in the open seeking forgiveness, you realize how small you are amidst this sea of people. You realize that being rich or poor does not matter in the end. You stand before Allah in Arafat with nothing on you except the basic necessities, and you know that when you die you will have much less than this.

Prophet Mohammed’s (may peace be upon him) final sermon on this day was a powerful one. Every time I read it, I marvel at its words, get inspired by the goodness of the message. I can’t help but share it here today:

“O People, lend me an attentive ear, for I know not whether after this year, I shall ever be amongst you again. Therefore, listen to what I am saying to you very carefully and take these words to those who could not be present here today.

O People, just as you regard this month, this day, this city as Sacred, so regard the life and property of every Muslim as a sacred trust. Return the goods entrusted to you to their rightful owners. Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you. Remember that you will indeed meet your Lord, and that He will indeed reckon your deeds. God has forbidden you to take usury (interest), therefore all interest obligation shall henceforth be waived. Your capital, however, is yours to keep. You will neither inflict nor suffer any inequity. God has Judged that there shall be no interest, and that all the interest due to Abbas ibn Abd’al Muttalib shall henceforth be waived…

Beware of Satan, for the safety of your religion. He has lost all hope that he will ever be able to lead you astray in big things, so beware of following him in small things.

O People, it is true that you have certain rights with regard to your women, but they also have rights over you. Remember that you have taken them as your wives only under a trust from God and with His permission. If they abide by your right then to them belongs the right to be fed and clothed in kindness. Do treat your women well and be kind to them for they are your partners and committed helpers. And it is your right that they do not make friends with any one of whom you do not approve, as well as never to be unchaste.

O People, listen to me in earnest, worship God, perform your five daily prayers, fast during the month of Ramadan, and offer Zakat. Perform Hajj if you have the means.

All mankind is from Adam and Eve. An Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab, nor does a non-Arab have any superiority over an Arab; white has no superiority over black, nor does a black have any superiority over white; [none have superiority over another] except by piety and good action. Learn that every Muslim is a brother to every Muslim and that the Muslims constitute one brotherhood. Nothing shall be legitimate to a Muslim which belongs to a fellow Muslim unless it was given freely and willingly. Do not, therefore, do injustice to yourselves.

Remember, one day you will appear before God and answer for your deeds. So beware, do not stray from the path of righteousness after I am gone.

O People, no prophet or apostle will come after me, and no new faith will be born. Reason well, therefore, O people, and understand words which I convey to you. I leave behind me two things, the Quran and my example, the Sunnah, and if you follow these you will never go astray.

All those who listen to me shall pass on my words to others and those to others again; and it may be that the last ones understand my words better than those who listen to me directly. Be my witness, O God, that I have conveyed your message to your people.”

Thus the beloved Prophet completed his Final Sermon, and upon it, near the summit of Arafat, the revelation came down:

“…This day have I perfected your religion for you, completed My Grace upon you, and have chosen Islam for you as your religion…” (Quran 5:3)

When it was time to leave we held each other’s hands, hugged, and cried some more. This time, they were tears of joy. Being able to perform hajj with one’s family is something most pilgrims are unable to do, mostly due to financial and health constraints. I looked at my family and immediately felt my heart fill with immense joy and gratitude.

Our group assembled to leave. Lines were formed, and the leader did head counts to make sure nobody went missing. We were now heading to Muzdalifah to spend the night under the sky, and I couldn’t wait to experience this evening.

Coming up next:

Getting to Muzdalifah and spending the night under the stars. Gathering pebbles for Jamarat, will there be enough for all of us? How does the six of us manage with only two sleeping bags?

Disclaimer:
Hajj is as much a personal journey as it is spiritual. No two pilgrims share the exact experiences. The Hajj Journal series on this blog reflects my journey from Abu Dhabi to Makkah in October 2014. These stories depict the pilgrimage trip as how it really transpired: day-to-day accounts of the rituals, the hardships, and lessons learned. By sharing the hardships we faced, I intend not to complain but to show you the real picture of Hajj as it happened. It is my experience that when preparing for this Holy journey, I spent hours looking for and reading personal accounts online and learn from these pilgrims. I craved for real information on what goes through a person’s mind during the rituals of Hajj. I hope, insha’Allah, that those of you planning to go on Hajj will find these posts beneficial. 
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