Pengalaman Umrah dan Haji

ibnur

Bukit Thobir, bahgian atas terowong Muaissim.  Kalau besarkan gambar nampak org kat lereng bukit ni.



Masjid Mina



Hospital Mina berhampiran Jabal Rahmah

ibnur

Jabal Nur


Jabal Tsur


Pemandangan dari puncak Jabal Rahmah



Dari atas Jabal Nur.  (Sampah, rumah dan monyet)

oshinmoshin

Tapikan takpe ke kita 'niatkan' sedekah kat mutawif tu semata-mata nak kucup hajar aswad? Padahal dia bukannya berada dalam golongan yang patut kita bagi sedekah. Tapi kalau dia buat secara ikhlas tolong sesama Islam lagi besar pahalanya. Lagi satu rasanya baik kita berdoa banyak2 kat Allah agar dipermudahkan dan dilorongkan ke hajar aswad. Lagi afdhalkan. Lagipun dengan iziinNya semua tu akan kita dapat dan jika tidak dengan izinNya kita buat macam mana sekalipun belum tentu kita dapat. Ada satu ketika bila berada depan hajar aswad n tak dapat nak mengucupnya, abah kata takpelah kita cuba lain kali. Tapi pengalamn mengucup Kaabah adalah saat yang paling indah sekali. Ketenangan yang teramat sangat. Padahal kat belakang kita orang ramai tengah berasak-asak. Subhanallah, Walhamdulillah, Allahuakbar.

Gambar tu amik guna telefon ke kamera? Cantikla...

oshinmoshin

Waalaikummussalam w.b.t nasiha,

Thanx for the story. Memang betul. Bila diingatkan kembali perangai2 orang arab ni rasanya pk 2, 3 kali jugak nak pegi sana pulak. Tak dinafikan ada juga yang baik. Tapi bila teringatkan keindahan bila berada di depan Kaabah n Masjid Nabawi semua tu kita pejam sebelah mata je. Tu semua atas kehendakNya

nangada

Alhamduliah...ana baru balik dari tanah suci pada 31/01.07 ini tadi....
pengalaman yg tidak dapat di lupakan wukuf di arafah...pada sebelah malam nya amat sejuk...sejuk nya sampai ke tulang..
Khemah di mina...tiada air di maktab 80...jemah haji ambil air sembahyang pakai air dlm bottle mineral,,,org arab marah kan mereka...sebenarnya air itu utk minum..
pengalaman yg tidak di lupakan ...que di depan tandas di khemah di mina....
ramai jemaah haji di serang penyakit batuk selepas wukuf dan bermalam di mina...

ibnur

Originally posted by oshinmoshin at 13-2-2007 01:24 PM
Tapikan takpe ke kita 'niatkan' sedekah kat mutawif tu semata-mata nak kucup hajar aswad? Padahal dia bukannya berada dalam golongan yang patut kita bagi sedekah. Tapi kalau dia buat secara ikhla ...

Mutawif yg saya maksudkan ialah mutawif yg disediakan muasassah untuk bawa jemaah malaysia buat tawaf dan sai'.  

gambar tu saya ambil guna camera digital olympus mju.

ibnur

Originally posted by nangada at 13-2-2007 02:29 PM
Alhamduliah...ana baru balik dari tanah suci pada 31/01.07 ini tadi....
pengalaman yg tidak dapat di lupakan wukuf di arafah...pada sebelah malam nya amat sejuk...sejuk nya sampai ke tulang..
K ...

saya maktab 81.  pulang 17 jan.  air tak ada masaalah.  lagipun di mina, di luar pagar banyak paip di tepi-tepi jalan tu.  kalau setakat berwudhu' kami ke situ aje.  

di muzdalifah pun tak kurang sejuknya.  kena angin dan open air lagi.

nangada

Tanah suci mekah dan madianah ini cuaca nya...kering
basuh pakaian ..sidai dalam bilik air ..basuh pagi ..petang nanti dah kering dan boleh pakai semula...
3 hari tak mandi ...badan tidak berbau pun begitu juga pakaian tak basuh seminggu pun tak ada bau...
Yang ana suka cari Tasibih kayu koka......harga di Mina RM30 - RM 40 bergantung kepada jenis dan panjang ....Kalau di malaysia ada yang jual satu biji tasbih itu dgn harga RM 60.00 satu biji....( BUkan satu tasbih) satu biji tasbih itu..
kalau satu tasbih ...yang 33 biji ada yg jual sampai RM 200.00......untuk yg 100 biji ada yg jual sampai RM 1000...Uhhh....mahal nya...Ana ada tasbih kalau nak ana boleh jual RM 50 untuk 30 biji...

nangada

Ustaz petugas tabung haji kah???...tak jauh lah maktab kita itu...
di makah maktab 81 di hotel mana ustaz....Maktab 80 hotel Ajyad al-salah.
best juga...bila nak ke masjidlharam kena masuk terorong....

Bagi Pak Haji dan Mak Haji yg sesat di khemah di Mina itu anggaplah itu sebagai dugaan....Untuk kakak hajah yang sesat tempoh hari masuk maktab 80  ( jemaah pekey) serta dgn 2 org anak yg sesat itu ..anggaplah pengalaman itu sebagai satu cabaran....

ibnur

Originally posted by nangada at 13-2-2007 02:52 PM
Ustaz petugas tabung haji kah???...tak jauh lah maktab kita itu...
di makah maktab 81 di hotel mana ustaz....Maktab 80 hotel Ajyad al-salah.
best juga...bila nak ke masjidlharam kena masuk tero ...

sebenarnya saya bukan ustaz atau petugas tabung haji.  cuma jemaah haji sahaja.  saya dok kat elaf el sud, sebelum terowong ke aziziah.  paling jauh sekali.  boleh ada 3 jalan ke al-haram.  terowong pedestrian yg bawah tu, jalan tepi kedai dan terowong kat stesen bas.  saya suka jalan kat kedai tu.  bila balik boleh beli kebab, ayam goreng, ais krim....  macam macam ada.

mamuslim

I  started writing about my Haj a few weeks ago. I performed my Haj in February of 2003 and as such, what I write is based solely on my recollections, and of memories that long linger in my mind.

Each of us that performs our haj would feel the 搒pecialness

mamuslim

PART ONE:
BEFORE

I had always been lacking in my obligatory daily prayers. Out of the five, I only prayed Maghrib and I was consistent. I never missed Maghrib. The reason why I held on to Maghrib was because from young, my father had made sure that we prayed Maghrib together at home but I would always try to find excuses not to join them for Isya. And even when I did pray five times it was done because I was merely doing what was expected of me without me having a proper understanding of it. I saw Prayers as just mere rituals. But prayers were inconvenient even on a Sunday. Subuh was out of the question as there are a million and one things to do in the morning.

Yes, I believed in God, but that was as far as faith would have me. And because I believed in God, I prayed, and in the month of Ramadhan I would fast. I paid my Zakat but only because my father told me to do so. And it was better than having to pay Income tax. So in 1998, I registered with Lembaga Tabung Haji to fulfil the 5th tenet of my religion Islam. Tabung Haji said that it takes 8 years before they expect my turn to come and that I should be going in the Year 2006.

Anyway, I had no reason to seek Allah. My life had been full of blessings. There was nothing in my life that would shake me. I was very happy. I led a very protected life. I had money, and I was very comfortable with my life. But I must have never realised that my blessings were from Allah. Yes, there were a few minor regrets in my life. But they were, I considered, part of life's journey.

Everything always happens for a reason. Suddenly, my life was no more a bed of roses, but filled with thorns. I was unable to cope with the challenges life was giving me. It was a personal crisis and I was unable to handle it. I felt like as if I had fallen into a deep pit and was drowning. I was crying for help but no one could hear me. I tried to climb up the wall, but each time I grasped the wall to climb up, I would slide back down again. I was helpless. I could feel that I was in hell, and my children were in hell with me. If I had been alone, I guess I would have just allowed me to die a slow death, but I could not give up on the children who were so dependant on me to help bring them out. That was when I started praying Solat Hajat, an optional prayer, because I wanted to seek Divine intervention. I did a lot of soul searching. My mind was being tormented so much that I actually stopped working. I wanted to feel what it was like with no income. Further, money was no more making me happy. So whatever money I had, I splashed it on holidays abroad with my family. But it still didn't make me happy. It had gotten so bad that I could no longer think.

The emotional torment for my little children and the physical torture that I had to endure was beyond my comprehension. Why must God test us this way?

One morning while driving the kids off to school one morning, I accidentally turned on the car radio cassette that my little son had just asked me to buy. It was the group Raihan and the song playing was Lambaian Kaabah or the call of the Kaabah. When I heard the song, it just turned out so beautiful that I cried, and cried until I got home. And then I played the song over and over again.
"Lab bai kallah hu mallabaik, Labbai kalla shari kalla kalla baik. Innalhamdah walnikmatta laqqawaI mulk. La sharikallah."
(I think it means 搘e are going to your house, to answer your call to seek your house

mamuslim

My brother A had just returned from his Umrah with his wife E. And he was, in my family, the waraq or pious one. And E, is the most wonderful woman in the world. She is an exemplary woman. I vote her "the best in-law". I could get along very well with her, although not necessarily she with me... My mother and my other brother too had just performed their Umrah that year. I called up A and asked him, whether he would accompany me to Mecca to perform the Haj for 2003. It was like as if God was only listening to me when A said, yes he would go, if I could register him together with his wife. It didn't take me 2 minutes to start the car and drive off to Tabung Haji and tell them I accepted the standby offer provided my muhrim was my brother and his wife followed me. I felt God was on a direct call to me as every single step that I took was positive. On my brothers side, he arranged for the travel agent company that we would be using for the haj, Batuta Travels because apparently it had the best deal. It was to cost us RM15,000 per person.

I had just splashed my money on a trip to London with the whole family in May 2002 and I had just come back from a shopping spree in Seoul in July 2002. Where was I going to get hard cold cash by December 2002? I had the savings but they were for my young children抯 future funds. What if anything happened to me while I was in Mecca? Has my young family been provided for? But Alhamdullillah, somehow, money just seemed to flow in. Debtors started paying me. And there was suddenly plenty of cash somehow that I couldn't believe it. A whom I had given money when I was richer earlier in his life, said he would subsidise me RM1,000,00. By December when all payments must be made, I made it, with extra cash to buy preparational items and even leave money behind for my mother to take care of my 4 little children for the 6 weeks that I would be away. It was almost a miracle.

I had attended most of the Haj courses offered but I was told during one of the courses held at a mosque that there was still one requirement that I must seek, and that was permission from my husband. I debated this with the Ustaz. And then finally it dawned on me, hey, just because I am a woman, I had to be treated differently?

That was when divine intervention came again. The status of a woman in the eyes of Islam. I now knew that there were 3 reasons for me to perform my haj. One was to do an AMAL IBADAT, that meant that besides IBADAH (act of worship) I wanted to do AMAL (to be charitable). The other one was to find out about the truth in Islam. To find out what was womens status in Islam and whether Allah had indeed intended that women be second class citizens in Islam.

Throughout my preparation, I felt that indeed I was a Tetamu Allah, God's invitee to his house. Of course I knew that God was everywhere in and within us, but Mecca is known to be God's house. I could feel the proximity between me and Allah.

When time was drawing closer, my brother A, kept reminding me that I should be wary of all that I say lest Allah punishes me for all my sins. He kept reminding me to clear my heart. I was worried for I had to leave behind 4 little ones, the youngest only 5 years old and Y was very attached to me. Everyone told me that when I reach Mecca, I wouldn't even miss my children as I will be too caught up with GOD.

Before I left for Mecca, I had wanted to ask my husband for his permission, but I thought that it was hardly necessary. What if he said NO? Anyway, all was packed and he knew I would be going ahead irrespective of whatever feelings he may have. I was after all doing something good. Eventually I saw that he was most supportive and he promised me before I left that he would take care of our children while I went to Mecca. I loved him so much more. He is an angel sent above. I surrendered to God, tekadkan hati and left him, my mother and my children in GOD almighty's hands. I left on the 27th of January 2003, a day before my scheduled trip to Mecca. 28th January was my son's birthday and as sad as I was that I couldn't celebrate with him, I knew that this was necessary.

Had I not gone through what I went through, I would probably not have made the effort to go to Mecca. Alhamdullillah.

mamuslim

alamak to be continued... ngantuk...

Jukebox

pls continue mamuslim anytime you are free....i'm always interested in hajj experiences

mamuslim

PART TWO:
THE JOURNEY

On the night of my departure, I was at my brothers house and we did special prayers. As we left the front door, my brother azanned for a blessed journey. Everything was so wondrous. When I arrived at the Tabung Haji Terminal, I was informed of news that a very good friend of mine fell really sick and was laying in the hospital in Kota Bharu. I called his handphone but his son picked up and said that his father had just gotten to sleep. There were many passengers and we were the last few outside. I hurried my brother and said that we should go in early so that we get the best seat on the plane. He chided me and said that I should never pray for any special seating. It was late and we were among the last to enter. As soon as we entered, and went through the procedures and immigration, we were given briefings and last minute hints. I was still learning. I didn't even memorise the things that I should be memorising.

My salutations and congratulations to Lembaga Tabung Haji for organising a wonderful and smooth transition. Since we were the last to enter the terminal, naturally we sat right at the back of the Briefing Hall. Then we queued for the bus. And when I boarded the last bus that was to take us to the KLIA, that was when I was so overwhelmed with how special this journey is. Each bus was given outriders, and we felt really special. God's invitee. We were treated like real VVIP's. Our passage to God was most significant. I kept singing in my heart, Labaikallah hu mallabaik. Everyone and all motorists made way for us. And it was like I was waving to all the other vehicles that gave the bus way as I could sense some motorist waving back at me and wishing me "Have a safe journey" instead of what you would sometimes feel if some obnoxious ruler was making traffic stop so that they could pass. Alhamdullillah.

mamuslim

Upon our arrival at the KLIA, again, all the staff of the Tabung Haji gave each and every one of us their smiles and wishes. There were probably hundreds that night but the staff wished us farewell individually. I could have kissed and hugged them. Bidding farewell to complete strangers. This I felt was uniting us and promoting Muslim brotherhood.

Since the three of us were the last to enter, naturally in a queuing system, we would be the last to board everything. But it worked out very well. Since we were the last ones, we boarded the plane last. And to my surprise and delight, the "boarding the plane" system was such that if you enter the plane first, you would have to go right at the end of the plane..... And when A, E and I entered the plane the only seat available was the one right at the front door at the front row. That meant we had the whole leg space (and A is 5 ft 11, so again, we felt blessed). We need not fold our legs. Thank goodness, Syukur, the journey would be so very very comfortable, Alhamdullillah. The crew came and sat opposite us. I immediately made my move like what I normally do on long haul journeys.... E kept reminding me that we were going to seek God, and I shouldn't be making a pass at men anymore. Of course, that didn't stop my chatty self. And so, when everyone else got their meals, I was offered and given two meals.... I was given special toiletries etc etc.

mamuslim

Anyway, when we arrived in Jeddah the next morning, we waited for our luggage and we were given packed food while waiting for the bus. I can assure everyone that there was plenty of food. We could never go hungry. The Saudi government made plenty sure of that. They treated Malaysians very well. When the bus finally arrived, We boarded. Our journey continues.

IN MECCA

Upon arrival at Mecca, there was a jam, and we were wondering what sort of hotel we would be given, and whether it would be a long walk to the Masjidil Haram. Of course, A reminded me to always bersyukur or be grateful and not expect to be treated like lords.

To our utmost surprise, (again!) our Hotel was right at the footsteps of the mosque, Dar Marzuki. And the surprise didn't stop there. When we registered at the counter, the Ustaz Ghani welcomed us, distributed our lunch packs and welcome gifts of kurma and sweets and said that he was my late father's friend and that he had very high regard for my dad. He showed us to our room, We had paid for 3 in a room. But again surprise, when he escorted us to our room, it was a big room meant for 4 occupants with an attached bathroom. What more could we ask? Syukur. It was located on the Mezzanine floor, that meant that there was no need to take the many flight of stairs or cramp in the single lift. What a blessing. We quickly put down our luggage, took our ablution and immediately went downstairs, I didn't even bother to take the food, I had to get to Kaabah.

mamuslim

I brought my handbook, the one with all the doa and all the tips.
The mosque was so close by, that it felt almost like when we walked out of the hotel, we walked straight into the mosque. There was only the street dividing it. When we entered, we saw a woman complaining about her losing her shoe, and in my heart I was reminded to better take care of my slippers. I quickly entered the Masjidil Haram and I was in awe upon looking at the Kaabah.

I read the doa book as I made my way to do the Qudum tawaf (circumferencing) around the Kaabah with E and A. We made our way among the thousands of pilgrims. We stuck together holding each other tightly, but the tighter we held on to each other, the more "terpesong" or "out of track" of our tawaf. The sea of humans just did not make it possible for us to be together. Then A lost his ablution to a wind in his stomach and so, me and E proceeded with the tawaf. We completed the 7 circumferences but with a lot of pushing and shoving. And I was reading my Haj guidebook too for the doa. And I had one hand to cover my face to prevent men from knocking off my ablution. When we finished, we prayed at the sides and then had the zamzam water and went to Bukit Safa for the Saei. It was a learning experience. And I felt so thankful to Allah for bringing me here with E and A.

mamuslim

Then we went back to our rooms and slept.

That morning very early, I think it was at around 3 am, I woke up to do the tawaf alone. I showered in the cold water and immediately went down. Subuh was still a long time more. So I took my time. When I got to Kaabah to circumference it, the minute I entered the starting line, a male voice came from behind me, "Bu, mahu didorong?" (揗ay I guide you?). I didn't turn around to him but he held my shoulders from the back and we circumferenced together. I did not or rather could not look behind as that would cause me to go off track with the wave of human bodies. After we completed the 7 tawafs, he then pushed me into the packed Hijr Ismail and put me right under the Saluran Emas or the Gold Gutter which is known to be the best place to doa or pray. I dont know why, but I didn't bother to look at his face. He stood next to me and told me "SOLAT!" (Pray!) and I prayed 2 rakaats while he stood guard over me. When I finished, I had wanted to thank him, but, he was gone without me even having a chance to say 揟hank you