We paused to make dua but could hardly take our eyes from the scene before us. We walked through the cleared pathway between zamzam coolers to join the people making the tawaf. Around us they clutched dua books in their own languages..qurans, their lips moved in silent littany. Others read duas from memory as they walked around with purposeful strides. A few were led in groups led by imams who would say "Rabbina aatinaa..." and they would dutifully repeat after them "Rabbina Aatinaa..." Someone later remarked that it brought to mind the Day of Judgement when everyone would be making dua, standing, walking, following their Imams and leaders in groups. I could hear the sound of others and my own bare feet as I walked on the marble. I could hear individual duas or I could let go and just hear the sounds of all the duas melting into one, surrounding the kaaba and reaching upwards. As I started the Tawaf and made one circuit, this all sunk in and it was at this moment that it struck me and I realized that this WAS my dream of 3 years before. Immediately following that was the thought that Allah had allowed me to live this vision. It had taken so long and the journey here was not so easy but I was finally here living it. My tears flowed in thankfulness and joy as we finished the rest of the Tawaf.