Of course I had to turn around the first time I attempted to visit the masjid, since cameras are not allowed inside it. My failed attempted visit was during the time of women's visitation to the rawdah, and I was beyond sad to miss it.
So I hung outside the masjid and turned the visit into a photographer’s exploration. The beauty and exquisite architectural designs of the masjid’s façade held me in awe even for days to come. Every detail, from the doors to the arches to the majestic minarets, domes, and cooling umbrellas, were delicately engineered to harmonize and bring peace and security to its visitors.
I went back to the hotel and dropped the camera, and returned to the masjid, striving to have humility in my heart when entering it for the first time.
From the time I set foot in the masjid, I wondered how I could ever leave it and be able to achieve peace and happiness except by coming back to it. I wanted to cling to the walls of the masjid, become one in prostration with its rugs, and never ever walk out.
And I was reassured, because wherever I looked I saw only Allah’s name.
Submission. Peace.
So I hung outside the masjid and turned the visit into a photographer’s exploration. The beauty and exquisite architectural designs of the masjid’s façade held me in awe even for days to come. Every detail, from the doors to the arches to the majestic minarets, domes, and cooling umbrellas, were delicately engineered to harmonize and bring peace and security to its visitors.
I went back to the hotel and dropped the camera, and returned to the masjid, striving to have humility in my heart when entering it for the first time.
From the time I set foot in the masjid, I wondered how I could ever leave it and be able to achieve peace and happiness except by coming back to it. I wanted to cling to the walls of the masjid, become one in prostration with its rugs, and never ever walk out.
And I was reassured, because wherever I looked I saw only Allah’s name.
Submission. Peace.
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