In the Haram, nighttime doesn’t bring things to a close. It just shifts the atmosphere. The sky darkens, but the energy stays. People keep arriving and there’s continuous movement. There’s a hum that never dies. The birds don’t rest. Neither do the hearts that came looking for something. It doesn’t feel like night in the way the world usually defines it, it feels like everything matters more. Every step, every glance, every prayer. The Kaaba stays awake, always, unlike the rest of the world.