(I actually listed all the amazing things I could remember, and I recommend that whenever you go on a fun trip, open your journal and write down all the cool things that happened. When the memories have faded, all that will remain will be what you wrote.)
Ok, so here is what happened:
I'm at the Ka'bah, praying Fajr.
I called someone on my mobile phone and was speaking out loud in English. People next to me could hear me speaking English.
Well...two funky dudes from Afghanistan were sitting beside me.
When I completed the call, dude no.1 turns to me and says, "Where you from?"
I say, "Canada".
Done. Really didn't pay much attention to it, stuff like that happens all the time.
That was before the prayer.
Fajr prayer, all is good.
Dude no.1 after Salah turns to me and says, so slowly and sincerely:
"I am happy you are my brother."
Shock. It was such a sweet thing to say. I was deeply touched.
He took out some 'Itr perfume oil and lathered me with it.
Smiled. Shook my hand. And was on his way.
He was from Baluchistan.
What emotions does this story evoke for you?