Hajj — A Cry of Allegiance or a Mirror to Our Silence?

All praise belongs to the Almighty who made the Kaaba a sanctuary for the faithful, a pivot for the hearts of those who seek Him. And peace be upon the Final Messenger, Muhammad—peace be upon him—who shattered the idols of Quraish with the hammer of monotheism and delivered a sermon in the Valley of Arafat that echoed across time, summoning a slumbering Ummah to rise.

O souls weary of purpose, hearts estranged from truth—know this: the Hajj is not merely a pilgrimage of limbs through the parched lands of Makkah. It is a migration of the spirit from the wastelands of heedlessness to the meadows of divine remembrance. The ihram is not merely a cloth of two unstitched garments; it is the livery of surrender, the uniform of servitude.

Did you not hear of Abraham the Friend of God—who, upon hearing the Divine command, shattered the idols of his people and laid his beloved son upon the altar of sacrifice? And what of us, who echo “Labbayk” with lips yet recline in the embrace of the modern Pharaohs?

The Kaaba is the citadel of monotheism, yet we have made it a marketplace of materialism. We circumambulate not the House of God, but the shrine of our own egos. Our Sa’i is not between Safa and Marwah but between status and wealth. We stand upon Arafat, yet remain strangers to gnosis. We cast stones at pillars in Mina but spare the demons within.

O people of the Qiblah! Heirs to Revelation!
While Gaza burns and the innocent of Palestine bleed beneath rubble, we chant our “Labbayk” and rest in five-star comfort. In Kashmir, the lament of violated daughters rises to the heavens, yet in Mina we hurl pebbles at lifeless symbols, appeased in our performance.

Do you not see? The wealth of Muslim lands lies dormant in the vaults of those who fashion bullets from your coin, bombs from your deposits. Do you not perceive? Your leaders clasp hands with tyrants, exchanging courtesy and commerce, while the Ummah mourns in silence.

Where is the soul of Hajj? Where is the fire of Abraham’s revolt? Where is the thunder of “Labbayk” that ought to rend the skies and rattle the thrones of oppressors?

“Labbayk, Allahumma Labbayk”—this is no whisper but a roar; no ritual, but a call to arms against injustice. It is the spark that should consume every Nimrod, the blaze that should rise from every believing heart.

If Hajj does not unite us, if it does not stitch the fabric of one Ummah, if tyrants do not tremble at its sound, then we have performed a journey, not a pilgrimage.

O scholars, preachers, guardians of pulpits and pens! Rise from your sleep and awaken the masses. Tell them that Hajj is not merely devotion, it is allegiance—to the message of the Prophets, the blood of martyrs, the tears of orphans, and the cries of the downtrodden.

Let our prayer be this:
O Lord, accept our Hajj—not merely in motion, but in meaning; not merely in step, but in spirit. Deliver us from lifeless rituals and gather us among the truthful, the steadfast, the awakened. Make our hearts like the Kaaba—steadfast, radiant, and central—and make our actions echo Abraham’s defiance.
And peace be upon those who follow the guidance.