I felt an unusual feeling when I stood on the day of Arafah among millions of pilgrims. The Hajj was beautiful with seven honorable brothers. I was accompanied by the campaign of the caravan of goodness, so it had a special pleasure and did not have much fatigue. It came from the east of the kingdom. The atmosphere was clear, and calm prevailed in the place, and you could hardly hear anything, calling, calling, crying, or asking forgiveness. I felt that I was doing a job that was not working for a guy despite the many pilgrims. I felt the pride of Islam in that situation in which I doubt.
