"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

The India Journals, Ch. 38, Terrorists and Semi-Naked Foreigners

Ch. 38, Terrorists and Semi-Naked Foreigners

We are on our way to visit the largest mosque in India. a fine example of Mughal architecture.   Had I known it has twice been the site of terrorist attacks, I might have reconsidered.    Had I known I would have to participate in a fashion show, I definitely would have reconsidered.

I didn’t know either of those things so I board the coach blissfully unaware of what waited for me
The coach squeezed through the narrow streets of Old Delhi, all teeming with people, rickshaws, taxis, vehicles of every sort and size, and parked in an impossibly small spot.  It seems every other tourist coach in India has the same destination in mind today.

This is where, in 2010, two gunmen on a motorcycle sprayed a parked tourist bus with gunfire, injuring two Taiwanese.   A few hours later, a nearby vehicle was rigged to explode but the timers malfunctioned ad the explosives merely caught fire.

Our group makes its way through the large crowd of people at Gate 3 of the Jama Masjid, and climbs the 39 steps to the massive red sandstone gate.   We were previously told we would have to remove our shoes, as is the custom in mosques.   Also, we were to dress modestly, and not wear short skirts or shorts, or sleeveless blouses.

Two men were arrested and interrogated about the ambush and bombing.   One claimed he was instructed by an India Mujahedin imam based in Karachi, Pakistan, to target the mosque because the group was upset with the mosque’s imam for allowing “semi-naked” foreigners inside. 

Hence, the fashion show--the covering of the semi-naked foreigners.  

 All women are required to don a robe supplied by attendants in the portal, after leaving their shoes outside.  The robes are voluminous and shapeless, and only Sandy looks sharp in her robe, but then, Sandy looks sharp in anything she was wearing.   The rest of us?   Voluminous and shapeless.

The colorful covered-up "semi-naked foreigners."   Sandy is third from right.   Notice the artistic tying of the bottom of the robe.   I had help getting "dressed," and neither of us could figure out what went where.

From an Indian travel site:

Travellers can hire robes at the northern gate. This may be the only time you get to dress like a local without feeling like an outsider so make the most of it.

I did NOT see any locals dressed in robes like this and looking this voluminous and shapeless.   Some of the ladies wore their robes like hospital gowns, others like bathrobes.   I did the best I could, trying not to strangle myself in the yards of cotton.

The name of the mosque, Masjid-i-Jahan Numa, more commonly known as Jama Masjid, means “the mosque commanding a view of the world.   It is built on a natural rise, thus requiring 30 or more steps to enter it.   It is also referred to as the Friday congregational mosque as many Muslims attend the Friday calls to prayer, where the courtyard can hold 25,000 worshipers!

Matt Brandon's photo shows the courtyard filled with worshipers, with the prayer hall  beyond.   We entered by the gate at center-right.

Five thousand laborers worked for six years and completed the buildings in 1656.    The prayer hall is 261 feet long, flanked by two 130 feet high minarets.   Three gold-plated domes cap the hall.   All mosques are required to face Mecca, and this one face to the west.

There's a key to the numbers, but it's in Hindi.   Five is the prayer hall.  Wikimedia photo.

I entered the hall by climbing the steps to the platform five feet above the courtyard and walked through the main arch.   Inside, a barefoot man was kneeling in prayer.   He looked up, apparently more curious about the visitors than having his prayers interrupted.

The black and white marble design in the floor marks a 3'x18" spot for the prayer rugs.   There are 899 such spaces.   We probably should not have been walking on the prayer rugs, but we didn't know what they were.

A short distance down the hall was a bookcase with a number of very old volumes on its shelved.   Dinesh had asked up not to touch the books as they were Korans.   I didn’t touch them; I took a photo of them.

As I walked through the courtyard, I came across a sunken water pool, and not knowing its significance, walked on by without taking a photo of the simple, unadorned pool.   

But in 2006, with a number of worshipers in the courtyard, someone carrying a plastic bag paused beside the pool long enough to leave the bag and depart.   The Wazoo Khana is where Muslims wash their hands and feet before praying.

Shortly after, an explosion rocked the courtyard, injuring 13.  Seven minutes later, another explosion went off a short distance away.  The mosque itself was undamaged.

We left the mosque through Gate 3, doffing our stylish robes and locating our shoes.

And then we walked down the steps and went to our parked tourist bus.   You know, right where two men on motorcycles had sprayed a bus with bullets.   They would have had  a number of buses from which to choose as their target this day.



  1. Very interesting....and you look lovely in blue. ;)

  2. The TITLE sure is a winner here .. I have difficulty coming up with my own titles .. this is one great attracting title. So I read it with great interest. You accurately point out Muslim against Muslim violence. Iran and Iraq were at war for something like 8 years. All over God. Sigh .. You mentioned 25,000 people can congregate here .. In Puttaparthi in the South of India 5-hours from Bangalore the ashram of Sree Sathya Sai Baba can house and can feed 40,000 people. In India the numbers are staggering. I myself am EXTREMELY conscious of the hidden agendas that I know nothing of and that to violate them means serious consequences .. this in response to you walking on 3 Ft by 18 Ft Prayer Rugs. So I JUST STAY FAR AWAY from such places. Being in a crowd makes no one invisible to attack. In fact being in a crowd invites attack. Whew I am happy you are home .. Smiles from Mongolia .. Cap and Patti in Anchorage .. Unusual for me to comment before Patti ..

  3. Kinda spooky, unnerving, to be pulling up and parking in your bus where other tourist busses have been riddled with bullets previously. Likewise, walking by a small pool where bombs have gone off in the past. Of course, all kinds of violent things are happening daily in our own country. Love the stylish/styless robes, gowns, coverups you ladies were required to wear so as not to offend anyone with your nakedness ... you DO look good in blue!! Yep, Cap got his comment in before me this time!! More smiles. Patti and Cap (Cap in Mongolia)