trip to Mecca 1

short series

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Kevin and Marcus had long dreamed of a journey to Mecca, they had made all the preparations, but the challenges they faced with visas and complicated regulations made everything feel impossible

Upon arriving at the airport, their hopes were dashed when an officer informed them that their documents were insufficient

"After coming this far, are we stopped here?" Marcus said with a heavy sigh

Kevin could only nod, his eyes staring blankly ahead

"We have to find another way" Kevin said, trying to seek solutions through his phone while sitting in the waiting area

Before long, Kevin found news about an old healer known for helping people in the toughest situations

Marcus glanced at Kevin's phone screen with a furrowed brow

"Are we really going to trust something like this?" Marcus said

But Kevin shrugged, he had already decided to go there

After a tiring journey across the scorching desert, they arrived at a simple, remote house, The walls were cracked, and the wooden door creaked as it was knocked on, An old man with a long beard appeared at the door, his eyes sharp yet friendly

"What are you looking for?" he asked in a deep voice

"We want to go to Mecca" Kevin said, his voice filled with hope

"Our visa was denied, and we heard you could help"

The old man nodded slowly

"I can help, but there are conditions that must be met, Are you willing?" he asked.

Kevin and Marcus exchanged glances, then nodded firmly

With a wave of his staff, Marcus felt a change in his body, His skin darkened, and his face transformed to resemble that of an Arab man, Kevin watched in amazement. However, when it was Kevin's turn, he felt something strange, His body shrank, his hair lengthened, and a long black dress felt snug around him. When he opened his eyes, he saw his reflection in the mirror

 a young woman in a hijab stared back.

"This... is me?" she? whispered, almost in disbelief

"This new identity will make your journey easier, no one will suspect" the old man smiled faintly

Marcus, now named Kareem, looked at Kevin, who was now Aaliyah, with astonishment.

"Aaliyah.... eh marcus, you look different" he said, his voice hoarse.

Their journey continued, Aaliyah had to adapt to her new role, learning to wear the hijab and walk gracefully, At first awkward, she gradually began to feel comfortable, This physical transformation changed more than just her appearance, a sense of peace slowly filled her heart