She composes her experience as such:

… Every little thing was nonstop movement around the Lady of the Night, and the Lady was definitely still. She was Sakina, the calmness within the whirl. Envision, Khadra thought, looking at the large tides of pilgrims around the Kaba, these circles grow larger, as individuals all over Mecca face similarly to hope, then all over the world, even as far as America, wave after wave of individuals, in concentric circles going all around the earth, and I am at the center of all that. Khadra was a little surprised, then she was swirling too, and her mom was pleading, "Hold onto Jihad [Khadra's younger brother] Hold him tight!"and her dad was calling, "Stay with me! Stay with me!" And they were off, a small component of the sea, the ocean ...

The bliss of this minute, nevertheless, is followed by Khadra's shame at...
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