Haj
Reflection of myself in a window near Arafat. I'm finally alone after having been in a sea of people.
Everybody looks the same, everything is white. I've been ploughing my way through the crowds for the last five hours, carrying my two cameras. I want to push, but the words of my uncle are ringing in my ear. " Don't push people, it's forbidden to push," he told me before my departure. So I let the crowd carry me along.
We are moving towards Mount Arafat where a sea of white robes converged on a rocky desert hill outside Mecca. Haj is a special journey, I have never seen three million people all concentrating on the same thing: their God and their beliefs. It's mystical and spiritual at the same time.
