The Best Place in the World
The sky was alternating from hues of glistening and sparkling black to azure blue as I awoke during the wee hours of the morning, observing the sights of the Prophet’s magnificent city unfold right before my eyes. Even during the break of dawn, there were throngs of people trekking in the streets, folks of all ages heading towards the mosque with the Green dome to pray the Morning prayer. On our route towards the green dome, there were street vendors selling traditional Roasted Chicken, Kofta Kebabs and every other Arabic street food you can think of. The aroma of the exotic spices and freshly roasted chicken was as crisp as newly picked vegetables and made the atmosphere as warm as newly baked bread, hot from the oven. The savory aroma of the Shawarmas was so intoxicating that it made my mouth water. From the It tar shops in the corner, the perfumed fragrance of cinnamon, along with botanic materials and a hint of dense date palm oil drifted through the air, leaving a pungent yet plea...