There’s this feeling you get when you send someone off for umrah. This sense of longing. A longing that is not quenched until you’re the one donning the clothing of ihraam, making your intention for umrah, saying the beautiful words: “Here I am, O Allah (at Your service), here I am. Here I am, You have no partner, here I am. Verily all praise and blessings are Yours, and all sovereignty, You have no partner.”
A longing that is not fulfilled until you lay your eyes upon the Ka’bah, perform the tawaf, pray behind the maqam of Ibraheem (a.s.), drink from the water of Zamzam, make du’a at the Multazam, walk from Safa to Marwa and back, all the while praising Allah, thanking Him, bearing witness to His Greatness, seeking His Forgiveness and placing hope in His boundless love and mercy.
A longing still felt until you pray in the Mosque of the beloved Prophet (s.a.w.), enter Raudhah, visit Masjid Quba’ and Baqi’ and Uhud. And when you’re done and on your way back to your homeland, the longing comes back. Or maybe it never really leaves. Not until we reach Home, where we meet our Lord.
Say, “I am only a man like you, to whom has been revealed that your god is one God. So whoever would hope for the meeting with his Lord – let him do righteous work and not associate in the worship of his Lord anyone.” (Al-Kahf 18:110) May Allah bless us with hajj and umrah in the near future. And the meeting with Him in Paradise.