To travel is to discover that everyone
is wrong about other countries.
~ Aldous Huxley
~ Aldous Huxley
As I mentioned yesterday, our Princess excursion
coordinator, Vanieza, tried to make sure all the women heading for the Grand
Mosque were suitably attired (Read: completely covered head to toe with only
face, hands and feet visible.) However, a few slipped past her that didn’t
quite meet the requirements.
No worries. Our tour guide, Peter, had 8 or so extra abayas for ladies to slip on over their
clothing. My new friend Debbie (the tall fellow beside her is Jim) from Sioux
Falls, South Dakota decided to take him up on one. (A side note to my nephew Josh who’s the assistant manager of a Fareway
Store there. They usually shop in the newer store instead of yours.) Debbie’s such a sweet person and her sleeves
didn’t quite reach her wrists. She didn’t want to take any chances on offending
the sensibilities of our Muslim hosts missing being admitted to the mosque. (Remember #2 Travel Directive: Respect the culture of the country you
visit.) Several ladies on our bus borrowed abayas from Peter.
At first, as a western woman, I chafed under the need to
submit to someone else’s idea of appropriate apparel. But the more I thought
about it, the more I realized I follow dress codes all the time. I go to church
in my best. When we have formal nights on board the Pacific Princess, I bling
it up so that even my mom, the Queen of Bling, would be proud! It costs me very
little to obey the rules so I can visit a place that would normally be barred
to infidels and women.
Peter offered an abaya
to a lady whose long dress only reached slightly below mid-calf, exposing her
lower legs and ankles. She reached for the abaya,
but her husband cut her off saying curtly, ”She doesn’t want that.”
That sent my eyebrows up. Obviously, she was willing to
wear one, but she didn’t because he
decided she wouldn’t.
As we walked to a security check point, several officers
in dishdashes (the long white robe
worn by Arab men) eyed the DH and me carefully, trying to puzzle out why he was
wearing a backpack that was connected to me by 7 ft. of clear plastic tubing. I
fully expected we would be separated by gender during the security check and
I’d need to carry Herkimer (my portable oxygen concentrator in the backpack),
but I didn’t have to. When the DH took the backpack off, a fine (dare I say,
hawkishly handsome?) young man carried it for me over to the ladies’ line where
he handed it off to a female security officer. She took Herkimer and me into a
private side room.
“It’s heavy,” she said.
“That’s why my husband carries it for me.”
She smiled at that. Then she inspected Herkimer and gave
me a quick pat down so I wouldn’t have to go through the metal detector. She
carried Herkimer back to the male officer, who helped the DH put it back on.
Before the young woman left my side, she said softly, “Go safely, Mama.”
So kind. So respectful. So gracious.
It was one of those small moments that made me realize I
have had a skewed impression of Islamic culture. I needed to adjust my
thinking.
On to the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque. It’s the 4th
largest in the world. There are 82 onion-shaped domes. It’s designed with
perfect symmetry—no odd numbers of anything, be it columns or minarets. The
cool reflecting pools and shaded colonnades invite a contemplative mood.
We took off our shoes to enter the structure so we
wouldn’t sully the exquisitely inlaid marble floor. It surely would have been a
sin to scuff up on these lovely designs with the soles of our shoes. (Yes, Mom, we kept our socks on!)
This beautiful open courtyard will hold 19,000
worshippers.
It was at this point in our tour that a mosque guard
approached the woman with the calf-length dress and asked that she go no
farther because her apparel did not meet the requirements. Her husband ordered
her to go back to the gift shop and wait there for him while he completed the
tour alone.
Grrr!
The labyrinth of a spiteful mind is too much for me to
dwell on for long. Back to the glories of Islamic architecture.
Peter explained that the decorated columns of inlaid
marble and mother-of-pearl were fashioned by an Italian artist. The Koran
forbids the representation of human forms in art, but flowers are a favorite
subject matter.
We walked through this colonnade on our way to the men’s
prayer room. Its graceful arches and perfect symmetry gave me such a feeling of
tranquility. It was like a Mozart symphony—a reaffirmation that there is still order and beauty in the world.
The ceiling of this anteroom caught my eye. It reminded
me of the Book of Kells, a medieval illuminated codex I saw at Trinity College
in Dublin a few years ago. Like that incredible manuscript, the more you look
at this ceiling, the more layers you see, and the deeper it pulls you into
itself. Notice the repeating 5-sided figure in the center. This alludes to the
Five Pillars of Islam. (I don’t know that those are yet, but when I do, I’ll
share them.)
Looking toward one of the alcoves. Yep, that's an alcove. |
I kept expecting the women in our group to be pulled off
at any moment because we were about to enter the men’s prayer room. Muslim
women must pray in another space, which we did not see. But we were all allowed to continue and soon I—a woman
and a Christian—was standing in a place that was usually forbidden. I realized
then how great a concession our Muslim hosts were making. They were breaking
their own rules for us. The last remnants of my selfish irritation at being
told how to dress fizzled away.
Detail of the carpet--How intricate the design work! |
The prayer room is massive, with twin alcoves stretching
off from the main section to run the full width of the mosque. The floor is
covered with this exquisite hand woven carpet. The wool is from New Zealand and
it took 1200 women fourteen months to complete.
The seams run the full width of the space and about four inches of one
strip of carpet has been laid on top of the next one to create a slight bump.
This is to delineate the space allowed for each worshipper. An man is supposed to put his feet on that slight
rise and kneel forward. His space ends at the next long bump in the carpet
where the heels of the next worshipper will rest.
The chandelier in the center of the prayer room is
fashioned of Swarovski crystals and is the largest chandelier in the world. Two
smaller versions of it illuminate each of the side alcoves. On the wall behind
the chandelier, the 99 names of God according to the Koran are listed in
flowing Arabic script in the center of each of the stylized five-petal flower
motifs.
I mentioned earlier the symmetry of the place. Everything
seems to be in even numbers, but the designers couldn’t add another name to a
list given by the Prophet. So they placed one empty flower (above the golden
arrow that points to Mecca) on the wall. I like to think it’s not just to make
the flowers an even hundred. I think it’s there because there’s another name
for the Almighty that only God knows.
I started this post with Huxley’s quote about everybody
being mistaken about other countries. That includes me. A big part of travel is
having my preconceived notions challenged. The visit to the Grand Mosque made
me rethink a number of things about Islamic culture. The people we met there
were warm and hospitable. They don’t deserve to be lumped in with the extremists
who have hijacked their religion. Heaven knows, I’d hate for all Christians to
be seen through the hateful prism of that church in Kansas that disrupts
funeral services of fallen soldiers.
Respect was the major theme of the day. Respect for
ourselves. Respect for others. Respect for God.
I can support that all day.
Incredible beauty. I'd love to see that in person, properly dressed, of course. When in Rome...
ReplyDeleteIt was an amazing experience. I don't think I'll ever forget it.
DeleteMost mosques around the world will allow non-Muslims to visit -- provided you are properly attired and remove your shoes when you enter. The only time visitors are prohibited are during the five-times daily prayer times. Since believers prostrate themselves during the prayer, removing shoes is something everyone must do to keep the carpets as clean as possible. I found the dress code and visitation rules in the Emirates, Oman and generally around that part of the world far stricter than they are in Turkey, for example. Since the main area of the mosque is always the men's prayer area, visitors are always allowed in there. But if you happened to be in the mosque during prayer time, and could get by as a Muslim, then you'd be required to go to the smaller women's section.
ReplyDeleteThe five pillars of Islam can differ by sect. But generally accepted are the Sunni pillars ... they are shahada (the declaration of trusting in Allah), prayer (five times daily ... doesn't have to be done in a mosque), charity (giving alms ... but only if you can financially afford to do so), fasting (during the month of Ramadan ... and only if you are physically or medically able to do so), and pilgrimage to Mecca.
We had a great tour guide at this mosque -- a young woman -- who was very open about answering questions and explaining the tenets of Islam. Having grown up in Turkey, I was able to appreciate -- perhaps more so than others -- the accuracy of the information she provided ... without bias.
Oh, and I totally agree about your statements about respect. Extremists have done a great disservice to the world, regardless of where in the world they are and which religion they profess to believe.
DeleteThank you for the interesting additions!
DeleteWe were told non-Muslims were allowed in only the Jumeirah mosque in Dubai and this one in the UAE, but it's good to know others would welcome us. I don't think I could try to pass as Muslim, but I am curious about their worship. Are prayers recited together as Christians recite the Lord's Prayer or is each worshipper praying silently?
DeleteFor the most part, the prayer is recited by the imam and in appropriate places the worshippers respond with “Amin” ... they may, of course, be repeating the prayer themselves silently.
DeleteBeautifully and movingly worded. The story of the security guards, alone, smacked my latent prejudices senseless. Thanks for a separate post.
ReplyDeleteNo thanks needed, but I appreciate it. These ramblings are as much for me as for my readers actually. Writing is how I make sense of my world
DeleteWhat an experience! And 'go safely, mama' made me tear up... So sweet!
ReplyDeleteIt was a special moment for me. I'll treasure it always.
Deletexlnt pics and info..unfortunately we did not port in Abu Dhabi.
ReplyDeleteIt will be interesting to see if you have internet access while visiting Jordan and Suez Canal. We did not for three days. Also, there were other precautions taken.
I'm still getting access to the internet in the Red Sea now (3/20/18), albeit at the pace of a three toed sloth. For a while, our TV didn't have any satellite stations. I'll let you know about the Suez.
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