The Hajj forty years ago was different, the hardship is greater, the jihad is greater, the health care is less, the living conditions are less, there are no hotels, and no regular flights, so I and my six old men joined; The mother, the aunt and the neighbor who nursed you and satisfied you, and an old woman approached the father from afar and recommended her well, and an old woman swore that she gave me her breast when I was “swinging”, because my mother went to the palm trees, and slowed her down, but my mother does not mention this particular story, the important thing is that we registered in one of the Hajj campaigns accompanied A large group of family, friends and acquaintances, this company brought together the old and the young, the educated and the ignorant, the joyful and the sullen, the generous and miserly, the generosity and tenderness, the spontaneity and the kindness. But it is not devoid of a smile and laughter at the end of the night, as they quarrel over the slightest bit, swear by divorce during the Hajj, and “revive” the lives of the dear ones in the courtyard of the Prophet’s Mosque! And things do not go without a funny comment from them, for the rice offered by the Hajj contractor, one of them swore that it was like “the prince’s bread” in the fifties, as for the women, they describe it as “liked” bread and that cows do not eat it, and once the poor wanted to improve them, and offer them breakfast In the Hijazi style, “beans, shakshouka, beans, jam, butter, and olives,” the bearded men swore “to pour the light into half of the courtyard if the saliva is in this condition.” As for the women, they complained from dawn about “the portion and the sahj in the bowls, and that their coffee is drunk and their food is erased.” As for the kind-hearted woman, her cup is in her protective package, and the bite is close to the nose first, then the mouth. Complaining is not limited to eating, for the Bedouins are tired of the crowds, of the crowds of powerful Africans, and of their strong odor that makes the old women go roaming and running. The waist is swarmed by it, and there is a “ghazih” in it. One of the young men who counted their money whenever they arrived at the residence, and did not sleep unless they were assured that she was sleeping under them. He was a nice person, but he was scarce. Sometimes he would accompany me to the market, and he marveled at my needless purchases, and said: You play, what do you buy!
While we were passing through the market, we came across a broken beggar walking on his knees and hands, with his legs raised to his back. I was leaking to him what I could of the “change” of money, and my companion looked at me, and at him with a surprised eye, and he did not show him a red “inna”! I said to him: You are on the Hajj, and the good deeds here are doubled. You give charity for your well-being and your family. He said: This student is a fraud and Lotte. I used to watch his feet every time, and I found them dirty and the dirt of walking, and if it was as he claims, they would have been clean, so no Charity is permissible for him… and you are “with your sight”!
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