the echo of the call for the Morning Prayer in Maddinah

It was easy to start a journey to the place that I heard so much about before. I walked into the heart of Islam with a long history of ups and downs.
We took off around 13:00 on Saturday April 05, 2008.
The first impression of the brown khaki sands of the deserts, covering all across the Saudi Arabia, fills you with the sense of loneliness and holiness. We were on an airbus of Saudi Airlines accompanied by more than 280 pilgrims. Most of those pilgrims were nice old people. Many of us were experiencing our first journey to Islam. Having been disturbed by the way Arab officers received us at the gates of the airport; we got to the hotel near the Masjed Al-Nabi.
Our room number was 802. At 22:00, Fateme and I walked up the street to the door 7 of the holy mosque and hang about the green dome, enjoying the pleasant weather of the mosque yard. It was our first night of stay in Saudi Arabia and the weather was kindly cool to let us feel it was home away from home.
The Morning Prayer was a miracle! Something strange, that I had never been through before. The pray was as different as the place was. The unity, the humbleness, the large crowd of Muslims from different countries was quite amazing! The call to prayer!
I will never forget the echo of the call for the Morning Prayer in Maddinah. I'm still living with that call....