Once in a lifetime we have to go

Tears poured down my face. Rain whipped up flecks of mud and the desert wind pulled at me. There was a physical pain in my chest from crying. I could barely see my sister ahead of me through the torrential deluge soaking my body. We were each locked in our secret prayers, handing cupped and heads bowed, the sky weeping above us like the heavens had opened up. We were standing on the plains of Arafah, a desolate…

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