"If you reach that place again, will you walk through the path we used to walk together, again?" Mama asked with trembling voice.
The request was answered by an invisible smile.
There was a silence. A meaningful silence. As if we were drifted back to those days...days full of unforgettable memories. Days we went through in Mecca and Medina.
That was my first Umrah trip, about 6 years ago, in 2004. It was in month of May. The weather was hot and dry. Days were sunny, while nights were soothing. A fortnight of comfort, lull and purity!