Hajj carries a beautiful paradox: you stand among millions of people, yet you experience the deepest solitude of your life. You circle the Kaaba, and with every round, a layer of pride falls away. Each step becomes a small practice in letting go of attachments.

Longing for Hajj is longing for those endless circumambulations. For the moment your hand touches the covering of the Kaaba—or perhaps does not—but your heart still binds itself to that sacred black cloth. There you realize that the center of the world is not marked on maps; it beats within the hearts of those who revolve around a single Truth