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.
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| 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!
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| Wikimedia. |