It’s often said that only those who are called find their way to Makkah, that the doors open even for those who didn’t know they were waiting. And maybe that’s true. The journey rarely happens when planned, but it comes when it’s meant to. For many, it unfolds slowly. With each step, something begins to shift. In the rhythm of tawaf, in the silence of the night, under the wide open sky, it becomes less about arrival, and more about return.

A return to surrender. A return to what was always there, waiting.