.must be my entering the house of god.assembled at the vip s place afta subuh prayers, this was with the entourage of the current Permaisuri Agong,i was seated next to abah,whom adviced me ,juz because you are here does not mean you can get in.uncle mad three times rejected.ok bah ..i said.so..as the time arrived, the vip delegates got up.all escorted with armed guards to the kaabah.i was safely with abah at first , then as we got closer the crowds went wild,more so at the opening of its doors, i got pulled back and just managed to shout abah!abah!..to no avail.then a glistening handsome guard about 6 foot tall with that serene look,pulled my hand across the other guards said yaa laahh..to which i ran like hell to the kaaba,on the first step slipped and fell like neva b4,on landing in the kaaba on my bumb, sore by now,cried like a baby,knowing where i was.abah came over and said pray at all corners..i did and on that visit my intention was to rid of my darah panas habit of hitting my gf's at first blood,managed to safely bring back a mop we got from that place,and while wanted to thank that guard,never to be seen again,got a real scolding from a pakcik kelate.alls well,had wine on MAS on our flight back.ohh..my pariah habit alhamdulilla went away,other bigger ones crept in until i am now part of the main act to be slaughtered by my own family,so i ask again.was i suppose to stay away.only god knows and to show me why i was allowed in.abah went in twice and he was basically murdered by the family and loved ones.
p/s everyone after that asked me..u look up YAZ??..hehe..
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