Early in the journey, I always thought that this
journey would be hard, with no playing times, straight praying, under the
heated weather the country is famous of. Well, I’m no holy saint, I’m too used
to being on a journey with leisure option and purpose where I could relax my
mind and have fun, so I thought this would be hard on me because this journey was kind of different.
The Umroh I took part wasn’t organized by travel and tour agent, I did it with Ammanatul
Ummah, an Islamic boarding school also an organization in the Islamic
educational area. The fact that it wasn’t organized by travel and tour agent
made it look more saddening because there was no Turkey, no Mesir, to go to,
like my mom’s previous Umroh.
What worse was, in the 18-day-travel we were advised
to bring a small suitcase, cabin size, smaller than my suitcase when I travel
11 days to South Korea, only contain 3 female Ihrams, 2 dresses, and 1 pair of
pajama. So be it, the sink was our washing machine.
Miraculously, the suitcase was still leaving some
space. I always believe that the space left in your suitcase before you depart
always contains hopes for a better come back. So hopes up, or hopes down?
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