The night before I was to fly to Jedda Saudi Arabia, Lisa and I made love. She decided to kiss my panties and then kiss my womanhood deeply, she even teased my cl*t. I was stroking my hands through her lovely hair.i told her to kiss me as if we wouldn't see each other again. Before she planted that kiss she said with tears in her eyes that she loved me so much.i held Lisa's hand to my check and kissed it.

When I hear the beeping from the cab I felt like crying but had to hold my emotions and tears back. I had my phone and I promised I would call Lisa to say I was fine everyday while was there. Then I was off. The flight was a b*tch becaus I have only travelled with my parents, I was sobbing through the flight, not knowing what could happened hijacking and or crash. I was a victim of terrorism once and I feared for my life until plane landed. I had choice to wear the hijab or it would be obviously that I was what the terrorist call an apologic Muslim or westernized. I kept my head down and all the rituals , circle the Kabbah , when I was doing for the day I called Lisa to assure her I was still alive.

The hajj was good but it was esausting and sometimes I had barely any sleep.the sound of the muezzin calling out the call prayer was a surreal but lovely sound. I enjoyed hearing the call to prayer luckily it was five times a day.

Many men wonder about me but I told them if I was in a relationship with another Muslim, lie...I was with a beautiful Jewish woman, ...truth so I kept to myself.

It was hot as fuck and all I wanted was drink of water. And some dates to eat to tide me over until the next meal. And the very end of the hajj it was a long time in heat,I was wore out and sleeved through the flight...but that was something to be side as I was completely drain, I felt at peace and proud drained.

When I returned to Canada my beloved Lisa was waiting for me,

We were both in tears as we payed eyes on each other for the first time in a few weeks.

I looked down used to keeping to myself, but took off the hijab and slowly looked up at Lisa, my love and my equal. She said she missed me to the point where her ptsd acted up. I said that I was a once life time thing and that I was hers. I still devote myself to Islam and braking the mould.

I told Lisa then maybe tomorrow morning we make love and the I need to sleep.