The winds of fate blew the glittering, yet bruised soul up and over the soft, sandy deserts; pushed it through the crumbling, sunset-red mountains, then brought it to rest on the smooth, marble floor that reflected the noor that clung to the air of this blessed city.

The soul, accompanied by a fellow traveller, entered the towering shape of the masjid, letting themselves be swallowed by the murmuring crowd as they sighed in silent praise of the Lord of the Worlds. The scent of perfume hung in the air, wrapping itself around the myriad forest of marble pillars, as the duo made their forward, inching closer, ever closer...

Tears flowed easily here, and hearts surged, mimicking the throng of people that pushed onwards toward that blessed spot. They crept onwards, the hustle and the bustle of the crowd forgotton, the golden frames of the doors reflecting in their eyes like pools of flame.

Shuffling step by step, nudge by nudge, the soft carpet tickling their toes, the sheer beauty of the place filling their eyes, until finally...

They were there...standing where he lay.

As salaam alayka Ya Rasulullah! As salaam alayka Ya Abu Bakr as Siddique! As salaam alayka Ya Umar ibn al Khattab!

Time froze, hearts locked and souls surged as everything melted away for the briefest of moments. Then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over and they found themselves outside in the sun again, dazed, blinking, the noor drenched landscape forming in their vision once more.

Welcome to Madinah!