We went the year after the riot,
After my dad's seriously ill,
When the value of dollar was at its peak then.
Mom got a cold,
Dad got a blood pressure problem.
Mom took the wheel chair to do thawaf,
Both missed the thawaf wada' (the goodbye thawaf).
Surprisingly,
I took care of them,
I represented Mom for the jumrah,
Despite the cold weather,
I wasn't ill,
Though I was lost during the thawaf,
I could return home.
And my wish,
To meet the angel,
(somehow) came true.
Ten years ago,
And yet,
I remember it like it was all only yesterday.:)
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