The popular term that has been around is called “Post Umrah Depression”, but, personally, I prefer to call it the void.
Rather than depression, which sounds too much, void seems to be a more suitable word for the feeling.
That feeling of constantly missing something that can’t be described. The ambience, the struggle, or the excitement of preparing for the Umrah. I missed them all.
The two months of arranging, researching, and making endless inquiries for the Umrah trip were one of the most exciting periods, which had been missing for a while. I always loved travel planning, but the level of excitement for this Umrah was very much above average compared to any previous trips.
On social media, I was constantly torn between resuming my typical content consumption to ‘returning to’ the typical day mood and craving any footage of Haram.
To return there quickly is not the solution. Four times going there, I understand that real work is not when we are in the most peaceful place on earth. It’s when we return home. It’s how we bring all the virtues we have there to our real life here, and that’s not easy. I found myself releasing some heavy breathing occasionally.
There should be an explanation how to deal with it and how long this will last.
Well, till then.
(Sigh)😥
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