Wednesday, April 25, 2012
A.B. - Egypt
Two Ramadans ago, I was in the Haram at Mecca and it was the 27th night, which many people think is “Layatul Qadr”.My purse was taken and I got ‘lost from my family. I had no mobile to call anyone. I didn’t have any one’s number memorized, either. I didn’t even know where our hotel was. But I knew that the ‘dua’ of the fasting supplicant is always answered. So I made dua… and after two hours or so, I bumped right into my little brother. Alhamdulillah! (Just so you know, there are 99 doors in the Meccan Haram. And there were literally a least a million worshippers there!) AHL!