The Trip of a Lifetime

The Muslim month of Zil-Hajj has begun, and that means that millions of Muslims from around the world have congregated in the holy city of Mecca for the annual pilgrimage of the Hajj.  I had the distinct honor and opportunity of participating in this pilgrimage (required once in a lifetime for every Muslim who has the means) in 2008.  Every year since then around this time, I reflect on that life-changing experience, and think of my friends who may be there now making experiences of their own.

Shortly after my return, I was asked to blog about my experience at City of Brass, a blog run by my dear friend (and celebrity blogger) Aziz Poonawala.  After the benefit of years of reflection, I believe my initial account still rings true, and can help Muslims and non-Muslims alike understand the undeniable but unfathomable allure of Hajj.  I have reproduced my initial post below:

Hajj: A Near Death Experience

Having recently returned from Hajj, I am bombarded by that well meaning question by all of my friends and loved ones… “How was it?”  Unfortunately, all I can answer is an inadequate “fine”, or even “great”.   Why?  Words can’t really describe the experience, especially hastily chosen words in a usually hurried  conversation.

How was Hajj?  Was it awesome?  Was it a life changing experience?  Was it spiritually fulfilling? Was it physically rigorous?  Yes.  All that for sure… But even that seems to leave something out.  Not in the level of superlative, but in the level of quality.

To me, Hajj was best described as a journey through death and back.  How would you describe that?  You simply can’t.

The first thing you learn, even before you leave, is that your Hajj is your own, and no one else’s.  Your experiences, your hardships, your prayers, your choices are all unique to you alone.  So it makes sense that this interpretation of Hajj is mine alone, and may not be the experience of others.  It may not even be ‘correct’ in the sense that I have not gleaned it (to the best of my knowledge) from any sabaq or sanctioned text.  Yet to me, it is as plain as day.

Hajj, in many ways like death, is a pinnacle, a climax of a Muslim’s life.  Something to be looked at with equal parts excitement, respect, and trepidation, mixed with a healthy dose of downright fear.  And yet you realize that though you may fear it, your life is marching inevitably towards it as a fard (required) act.  For me, I felt a call, so clear it was almost physical, that this was my year to go.  And when that hit, there really was no choice but for me to make the trek this year.

The first true act of Hajj is putting on Ehram clothes.  For men, two simple pieces of unsewn, unadorned cloth, wrapped around your body in much the same way as a traditional burial shroud.  You shed every accoutrement and accessory of this world.  Everyone looks the same.  The cardiologist from Los Angeles was sitting next to the street sweeper from Bangladesh (really!), and nobody could tell one from the other.  This was a powerful moment, saying goodbye to the worldly station you have worked so hard to achieve.

The trip to Arafat is the climax of the act of Hajj.  You stand before the sun and pray.  Much like Muslim beliefs of qiyamat (the day of judgement), you stand before Allah and you pray.  You pray with an intensity you have never before experienced.  The most fitting description I have read (but cannot take credit for) is that you stand before your God naked.  Stripped naked of every crutch or protection you have come to rely on.  There are no worldly accessories.  It doesn’t matter how much you make, or what you own.  It doesn’t matter who your dad is, or your mom.  You may stand next to your spouse, but you are utterly and completely alone.  Standing there in your burial shroud, praying before God, with only your Iman (faith) and your Amal (works) to speak on your behalf, stripped of every conceivable comfort or connection of the world.  This is an accurate description of Arafat day, but it is also an accurate description of what Muslims are taught will happen to each of us when we are called to account after death.

Arafat day is the most exhausting of Hajj.  Though it is not the most rigorous day, the trip down from the mountain of Arafat is a mixture of feeble jubilation with intense spiritual, psychological, and emotional fatigue.  Your trip through death is over.  Your accounts have been settled.  You have been cleansed of sin.  But you have been left with nothing in this world, you sleep under the stars, exposed to the elements.    It is time for rebirth.

On your return, you shave your head, just as we do for newly born babies.  You begin your new life with a tawaaf (a trip to the kaabah), hopefully beginning things on the right foot.  What better way to start off your new life than with an act of total obedience and submission to God’s will?  You return home, and remove your (by now dusty and dirty) Ehram clothes to begin your life anew.

When I finished, my number one feeling was one of traversing the plains of death, facing its trials and tribulations, and returning reborn.

How do you sum that up in a hallway when a colleague asks “How was your trip?” There’s only one realistic answer.  “Fine, thanks”.

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  1. Arif Husain

     /  November 7, 2011

    My O’ My !!!!! I have been there for 2 Haj(s) and 4 Umra(s) and infact one umra in your company in 1999, but I could never put down in words (my same experiences as yours) in such eloquent & colorful description. Thanks for bringing back some good old memories into focus.

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  2. Aliasgar Dungarwalla

     /  November 29, 2011

    Having just returned from my Hajj I must say that there are only 2 responses I have been as to come up with – AMAZING and IT WAS EASIER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE.

    Now the first response is because at the age of 35 I have completed one of the pillars of Islam. The second response I have to thank Aamer!!! His stories, along with many others, scared the living s*#! out of me.

    I found that the Hajj was more than cleansing my soul. It definetly was a re-birth. I chance to reflect on all my sins and ask for forgiveness of these sins. Promising to Allah that these sins will not be repeated.

    One thing I really took from this trip was that so many people from so many different countries getting along. Everyone is so engrossed in their relationship with Allah that they don’t have time to bicker and fight. We all know that we have a common goal of being closer to Allah and completing the Sunna of Mohammed (SAW).

    Being in the state of Ehram – including the clothing – really put our materialistic attitudes in check. All the “things” we wanted before are no longer important. Things like health, family, children, and life become more of a priority.

    Thank you Aamer for reflecting on Hajj.

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