when I was 6 y/o I got lost in Makkah for like 8 hours until police helped & bought me back to the hotel where we rested. I always Regretted leaving my baba's side, but I wanted to do was to get baba a cold glass of Zamzam water from one of those containers. He was sleeping so-
so I went and when I came back baba wasn't there maybe he thought he lost me and started to search me elsewhere. I cried there for a few minutes and then I moved again from that place where baba was sleeping to another place Roaming here and there crying for hours until a group-
a group of Indonesian pilgrims noticed and took me to police, Baba also contacted the masjid al haram security but they couldn't locate me because I was out by then with another group of policemen. They Traced the hotel we rested in and took me there and after 5 hours of crying-
crying. Then they knocked a door of that hotel. And mom opened and she was like what happened? So it was CLEAR baba didn't tell ammi ki Apna bacha Ghum gaya
. When I was 6 ammi didn't possess a mobile phone, my baba had that Nokia So maybe that's y he couldn't tell ammi that

that I got lost. So, he came home crying he didnt know I was back. He saw me and he Slapped the shit out of me then cried hugging me sooo tightly I could barely Breathe. Now I wish ki All that could happen Once again just so I can be back there in makkah again.
again. I miss that place soooooo mucchhhh specially when it rains like it is raining now. The water falling from Meezab
, The cold Zamzam water

, The Races we did in Safa marwa. Sitting on baba's shoulders While Touching Bab-al-ka'ba. When ever I put on the haramain TV-




TV- , I cry my Eyeballs out and pray ya Allah please call me to your house once again

. May we all get a chance to visit Haramain al shareefain inshallah




