The ‘barakah’ in time of Madina is incredible: it’s long, deep and thick. As if Time is in no hurry to complete its course. As if time follows another Time here.
Pilgrimage of Love: Day 01 (Umra 2011)
The Soul whispered: He is the ocean of light. He is my Sidra… I would burn if go any further… (Jaihoon’s travel notes from Umra pilgrimage)
Payback time (Umra 2011)
From the travel documentation to hotel reservations, this was my arrangement. A humble gift for them. An effort to gain my paradise, which lie under the feet of my mother.
Emblazed, Embered (Umra 2011)
It’s hard to cool the heart when baked with love in the oven of desire. It is not an easy task to define and confine the meaning of our yearning. We hold dear certain persons and places as if they were genetically embedded into the veins of our soul.
