Alhumdu’lillah Saqib and I have recieved our passports and visas in our hands.  Our flight is leaving on Monday.  So this leaves us with just a few more days (4, I believe) to really get all our packing done.

This is difficult!  Lots of people have been giving us lots of advice–sometimes it is conflicting.  For example, I had an aunty tell me not to worry about shopping here, because as soon as I get to Mecca anything I need for the days of Hajj I can find there on my own.  Literally five minutes later, another aunty told me the exact opposite!  She said to make sure I buy and pack everything I want and need from here so that I don’t have to waste time looking through a gazillion shops in Mecca.

Packing for the days of Hajj is probably the most difficult part of all the packing itself.  I want to make sure I have everything that could possibly come in handy while I’m “roughing it” in Mina, but at the same not over burden myself with a ton of things I’ll have to carry around from Mina to Arafa to Muzdalifah. 

I’m also confused about what is the best thing to wear during the days of Hajj.  Initially I was told to wear skirts under my jilby’s so that going to a dirty bathroom would be less problematic.  But then I was informed of the dreaded chaffing… no details needed here.  Cotton pajama pants seem messy and kinda of shabby looking to me.  So yesterday I found myself at Sports Authority trying to find some pants that are made for intense physical activity.  I think I may have been swindled, but so be it. 

Packing for my body is one thing, packing for my heart is another.  I’m planning on taking Fortress of the Muslim and a pocket Qur’an.  A very sweet colleague of mine gave me a very very tiny janamaaz to pray on.  And another teacher gave me a tasbih, which I’ll probably use during Tawaf and Sa’i (it’s sunnah to make dhikr on the fingers, not on beads).  Is there anything else I should be taking?

Do any of you Hajj/Umrah veterans have any really good tips??  Please share!  I’ve got 4 days left to pack what you suggest

Insha’Allah my husband and I are planning on going for Hajj this year.  We’re leaving in a week from tomorrow (Nov. 16)   We decided back in July that we’d make the pilgrimmage this fall, and since then the we’ve slowly been trying to prepare.

One of the preparations people make before leaving for Hajj is to seek forgiveness from the people they may have wronged.  This isn’t necessarily an obligatory part of leaving for Hajj, but it’s one that those preparing to leave  like to take.  Hajj wasn’t always easy, and so when people would go, they left expecting the worst–death.  And if they were going to die, they wanted to tie up any loose strings–this included injustices done to others.

With that in mind, I’ve been apologizing to people for the past week or so.  It’s so… strange.  I don’t know how to start the conversation.  It’s kind of a random thing to mention to people.  My conversations usually go like this:

Me:  So… I’m leaving for Hajj.
Person:  Really? Wow!  Mubarak!  May Allah make it easy for you.
Me:  So… I wanted to apologize if I’ve ever done anything wrong to you, behind your back or to your face.  I’m really sorry…
Person:  (cutting me off) You?  Ayesha?  Please!  You’ve never done anything!
Me:  Er… are you sure?   I mean I could’ve said something behind your back that you wouldn’t have liked…
Person:  (cutting me off again) You?  Give me a break!  No way!  All is forgiven.

All of my conversations have gone this way.  I’ve yet to meet someone who has hesitated to think about the very real possibility that I’ve done something wrong to them.  And here’s the killer… a lot of the people I’m apologizing to, I’m doing this specifically because I know I DID do something wrong to them.  But I don’t know want to bring up past grievances, or throw a bad situation in their face, or bring to light something they didn’t know about.  That seems like it’d do more harm than good.

It’s actually really painful and embarassing to realize that the person I’m apologizing to has such a sweet idea of me in their head, and that they have no idea how mean or horrible I was to them when they weren’t around. It’s really starting to get to me.  I’m starting to feel like such a bad person.  I’m constantly thinking about all the times I’ve shared a “juicy” story (juicy because I was eating flesh, I imagine) or even listened in on one.  I’m having to track down people from middle school and high school to apologize to them.   It’s really a terrible trip down “memory” lane.

*sigh*  May Allah make it easy for the people to forgive me–even though I probably don’t deserve it