Asalaamu alaikum my brothers and sisters in Islam.
A bit less than 24 hours ago I returned to California after a 10 day trip to the UAE and Kuwait. It was an experience that I won't forget.
I was in Dubai from the evening of the 17th until the 20th. Though my host tried my patience (couldn't hear adhan nor would he set an alarm, I slept through fajr while there...had to pray in his home, no masjid nearby, and he spent most of my visit sending txt messages to friends not there instead of visiting with the friend who was) I did enjoy the city. I took a rather expensive tour, got off the bus near the beach and walked to a masjid for dhuhr. After salaat I met a Russian brother who took me in his car to many of the sites and after picking up his children from school he dropped me off at my host's apartment. Unfortunately I've lost this brother's email address so I've been unable to write to him
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I arrived in Kuwait the evening of the following Monday. My good friend from KSA and a local friend of his met me at the airport. I wore a thobe on the flight from UAE to Kuwait...figured it would be safer to do so than if I were going to/from the US!
My friend from the KSA took me to our hotel and when the evening ended & we retired for the night, the last thing that went through my head was the Qibla indicator on the wall in the hotel room...
...but then I heard it...for the first time...
..the Fajr adhan coming in from my room's window. Qul alhamdulillah. Allhamdulillah. First one masjid...then another...and another...soon it was a chorus of Allahu akbar.... I almost started crying. Ok, I lie...I did start crying. I woke him up, he sat blinking sleep out of his eyes saying "What!??" All I could do was point to the window and say "adhan". We sat quietly for a moment and he said "You can HEAR that?"
We made wudu and asked the front desk for the closest masjid, which was basically half a block away. I prayed Fajr next to my good friend, in a masjid in a Muslim country and I felt totally like I was at home.
For the rest of the week my life was dictated by the adhan. I sit here at home and try to explain to you that feeling and I just can't do it.
I will tell more about my trip later inshallah, to those who wish to hear it.
Ma salaama
D.
A bit less than 24 hours ago I returned to California after a 10 day trip to the UAE and Kuwait. It was an experience that I won't forget.
I was in Dubai from the evening of the 17th until the 20th. Though my host tried my patience (couldn't hear adhan nor would he set an alarm, I slept through fajr while there...had to pray in his home, no masjid nearby, and he spent most of my visit sending txt messages to friends not there instead of visiting with the friend who was) I did enjoy the city. I took a rather expensive tour, got off the bus near the beach and walked to a masjid for dhuhr. After salaat I met a Russian brother who took me in his car to many of the sites and after picking up his children from school he dropped me off at my host's apartment. Unfortunately I've lost this brother's email address so I've been unable to write to him
I arrived in Kuwait the evening of the following Monday. My good friend from KSA and a local friend of his met me at the airport. I wore a thobe on the flight from UAE to Kuwait...figured it would be safer to do so than if I were going to/from the US!
My friend from the KSA took me to our hotel and when the evening ended & we retired for the night, the last thing that went through my head was the Qibla indicator on the wall in the hotel room...
...but then I heard it...for the first time...
..the Fajr adhan coming in from my room's window. Qul alhamdulillah. Allhamdulillah. First one masjid...then another...and another...soon it was a chorus of Allahu akbar.... I almost started crying. Ok, I lie...I did start crying. I woke him up, he sat blinking sleep out of his eyes saying "What!??" All I could do was point to the window and say "adhan". We sat quietly for a moment and he said "You can HEAR that?"
We made wudu and asked the front desk for the closest masjid, which was basically half a block away. I prayed Fajr next to my good friend, in a masjid in a Muslim country and I felt totally like I was at home.
For the rest of the week my life was dictated by the adhan. I sit here at home and try to explain to you that feeling and I just can't do it.
I will tell more about my trip later inshallah, to those who wish to hear it.
Ma salaama
D.

