Today, the mosque in the town of Cold Lake, Alberta was vandalized. Windows were smashed, and the vandals spray painted the walls. “Go home” was scrawled in crimson red. And if you were to ask the vandal what they meant by “home”, they would probably be as specific as “Saudi Arabia” or as vague as “the Middle East”. Never mind that the highest concentration of Muslims is in Indonesia, the implication is that somehow by virtue of being Muslim, our home is across the ocean, in a land many of us have never visited with people we have never met. That we are strangers due to our race and creed, foreigners in our own land.
Hajj—the Pilgrimage—is a journey of a lifetime. Upon completing it, a Muslim completes the final pillar, or requirement, of their faith. As The Prophet (p) said, Islam is built upon five pillars: Continue reading “My Pre-Hajj Experience”