Finally, I made Umrah today. I would say that this has been a good week. I got my health card after two days ago, so now I am covered for all my health with no co-pay and no premium and no percentages; I am totally covered. Yeah, after about six years of zero coverage in the US. Shame on You Ess. Just yesterday I got my Iqama, so now I can bring the wifee over and get a drivers licence and a car (when I can afford one) and bring the wifee over and get a bank account and bring the wifee over.
Oh, I can bring the wifee over, too.
And now, after all this time, I have finally made my Umrah.
For those of you who don't know what Umrah is... Google it!!!
For those of you who DO know what it is, but haven't gone yet, lemme tell ya about it.
Putting on the ihraam is crucial. By the time I was halfway through I have no idea how I was still clothed. Man, having a belt of some sort is detrimental to you privacy. I think Makkah was like, two twists and a turn from a major wardrobe failure, whew! I mean, ten more steps in those clothes and I'd a been flashing my ju-ju's at a lot of pilgrams. Yeah, so really practice your ihraam wearing skills before you use it for real.
I made the mistake of going on a weekend (Thursday and Friday are the weekends here) so there were a lot of people here. Man, just try to ignore the pushing and shoving. I was told that the second time you make Umrah you just get used to it, but this time, whoa Nelly! There where a few people who were pushing me. Yeah, like I can't see the crowd going tis way moron. I stopped dead in my tracks a few times just to mess with the guy. A lot of women pushing their way through, but this one dude took the cake. This was a guy mind you, who had his hand right above my butt. Oh no you don't!! My WIFE can touch me there, but dude, I have a towel wrapped around my waist with two safety pins, and I drove here with a guy doing the same thing... I feel gay enough as it is without this FRUITLOOP resting his hand on my lower back (read BUTT) giving me gentle shoves. Yeah, I grabbed his hand quite firmly and lowered it off me and turned to look dead in his face and said in plain English, "Sir, please stop molesting me. Thank you."
I don't know if he spoke English, but he understood that.
Safaa and Marwa (the two mountains) were the part that I was the most intimidated by going in. Granted, I was told that they were not really mountains but more like hills. Let me instead tell you that a better description of Safaa and Marwa is that they are like two glorified speed-bumps. I'm pretty sure I've made snow forts bigger than these two camel humps. More than that, they (and the area between them) are only feet away from the Ka'baa, covered in marble that have cold water pipes pumped underneeth to cool the floor from the heat, and they are indoors and air conditioned. There are two sets of green lights for about twenty steps (thirty for you shorter people) where you are supposed to jog across, and there are nice tiles so your toes can grab when you go up the slight inclines that they call mountains (I'm serious I had to have ridden my bicycle over ramps bigger than those mountains).
After that, there was a dude with a garbage can and a pair of scissors who trimmed my hair a bit and I was done in between the Asr and Magrib prayers. After that we went to a Desi resturaunt (see, Indo=Pakastani) and had some awesome spicy chicken and Daal and Naan.
Okay, that was my Umrah. Peace.
-- Bill,