Day and night, people from every direction turn towards the Kaaba because it calls to them. You can’t always explain it, but you feel it, a quiet pull that draws hearts, footsteps, and even silence towards the same point. Even the moonlight, quiet and distant, seems to be drawn to it. As if it, too, has always known where to return.

People move. Time shifts. But the Kaaba remains the center, not just in direction, but in feeling.