As I close my eyes and drift away to arrive at a land where there is love, health, peace and blessings. I wanted to take a moment to think and reflect.
The truth is that yesterday was the day of Hajj. Hajj is the day where pilgrims, millions of pilgrims gather to pray, pray for forgiveness. It is believed that those that perform the Hajj are actually cleansed, re-born, born again free from mistakes, sins, etcetera. I think that any kind of tribulation can be assimilated to that of a Hajj. A trial or tribulation will actually pivot you into a form of cleansing; not the type where you go to have a shower, feel clean, although that can be a part of what I am trying to convey.
The tribulation could also act as a spiritual cleansing, a teaching. Because you are forced to think, ponder about the self. We could call this the Hajj of the heart. I think my journey to Houston, Texas as a message of service, love, dedication, honor and loyalty can be assimilated to that of the Hajj of the Heart. And what is interesting is that my journey began between the day of Arafa, the day of seeking mercy and forgiveness and of the day the Hajj was complete. My journey is a Hajj for me. It emcompasses giving up, sacrificing. If we go back to the Biblical and Quranic story of Abraham. Abraham was commanded to sacrifice his son Isaac. I felt this sacrifice. I left my children with weeping eyes, I sacrificed my children for the Hajj of the heart. This deep unselfish desire to give, to serve, a yearning, a calling that was not leaving me. I know it was a calling, an act of God. A call to serve which I knew I could not ignore.
As I write these words, whilst my eyes weep for my children. I think about the mother who died in the water, holding her baby, who was still breathing. I think of this story, and am thankful for you my children, and the worlds children. You are living. You are breathing, and to all the mothers as well. What a blessing it is to be alive for our children, to love and care for them?
It is with these words I dedicate all of my donations to this mother who passed away. What would you have done for your crying baby? You risked you all. If I could heal all, every single one of you who have felt this pain, I would, not only in Houston, Texas, but an entire nation. So as I gathered my small acts of giving. I counted them up, felt some comfort that these small donations would be able to help over 100 babies, children and mothers combined. The Hajj of the heart.
Dedication: The words of this being remain with everyone in Houston, surrounding areas and Texas. My thoughts to share with love & kindness.