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Wanted to shoot this from a very long time now .. though I have shot 2 pics of this same lane during the evening and night of Ramadhan month from this very spot and same angle but never got a chance to shoot friday prayer. Shot from the Kutbe - Kokan Maqdoom Ali Mahimi Flyover.
In the Mosque of Rome during the Friday Prayer.
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They were two groups of girls that met on their way back from the Ramadan Friday prayer, at Haram El Sharif (the Temple Mountain). They seem very happy to meet each other. I have no idea why this girl burst into tears on the shoulder of her friend.
p.s.
Is it immoral to take this picture of them?
A Mesquita Ahl Fas, localizada no complexo do Palácio Real (Dar al-Makhzen) em Rabat, Marrocos, é um espaço de culto que representa a intersecção entre a prática religiosa e o poder político do país. Encomendada no século XVIII pelo sultão alauita Mohammed ben Abdallah, a mesquita foi objeto de várias remodelações e continua a ser um centro importante, onde o rei realiza o sermão nas orações de sexta-feira e do Eid. Caracteriza-se por uma arquitetura tradicional, incluindo arcadas em série e um minarete quadrangular revestido de azulejos, elementos típicos dos mestres de Fez, homenagem à sua herança artesanal. Localizada na praça do Méchouar, que é usada para grandes cerimónias oficiais, a mesquita e o palácio são espaços com acesso restrito, refletindo a delimitação entre a vida pública e as áreas privadas da casa real, assegurando tanto a segurança quanto a funcionalidade dos rituais e eventos nacionais.
The Ahl Fas Mosque, located in the Royal Palace complex (Dar al-Makhzen) in Rabat, Morocco, is a place of worship that represents the intersection between religious practice and the country's political power. Commissioned in the 18th century by the Alawite Sultan Mohammed ben Abdallah, the mosque has undergone several renovations and remains an important center, where the king delivers the sermon at Friday and Eid prayers. It is characterized by traditional architecture, including a series of arcades and a quadrangular minaret covered with tiles, typical elements of the masters of Fez, a tribute to their artisanal heritage. Located in Méchouar Square, which is used for large official ceremonies, the mosque and palace are restricted-access spaces, reflecting the demarcation between public life and the private areas of the royal house, ensuring both the security and functionality of national rituals and events.
What does he think of me taking his photo?
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My previous photo was on Explore (#100+-). So I took the opportunity and made a little research: The distribution of views and faves along the day (from about 0800GMT to about 2300GMT) was, to my partial surprise, uniform: about 600 views and 12 faves per hour, _every hour_.
Does it surprise you (Asians, Europeans, Americans)?
An imposing Jama Masjid as thousands gather to offer the final prayer marking the end of the holy month of Ramadan
Bad winds are blowing in Jerusalem these days:
winds of fear, hatred, aggression and violence.
Yesterday morning, I gave up a plan to go for shooting at the Western Wall:
The old city was too tensed, and I thought it would not be a pleasure
to walk at empty lanes populated by barriers, policemen and soldiers.
I HAVE NO OTHER COUNTRY by Ehud Manor
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNlf6szK2XI
I have no other country
even if my land is aflame
Just a word in Hebrew
pierces my veins and my soul -
With a painful body, with a hungry heart,
Here is my home.
I will not stay silent
because my country changed her face
I will not give up reminding her
And sing in her ears
until she will open her eyes
I have no other country
even if my land is aflame
Just a word in Hebrew
pierces my veins and my soul -
With a painful body, with a hungry heart,
Here is my home.
I won't be silent because my country
has changed her face.
I will not give up reminding her
And sing in her ears
until she will open her eyes
I have no other country
until she will renew her glorious days
Until she will open her eyes
I have no other country
even if my land is aflame
Just a word in Hebrew
pierces my veins and my soul -
With a painful body, with a hungry heart,
Here is my home.
With a painful body, with a hungry heart,
Here is my home.
A while ago I read an interview with a photographer that told that when he takes photos, he leaves them aside for six months, and only then starts working on them. Assuming this is his method, I admire his 'nerves'. I wonder how many could adopt such a method. I agree that after six month your perspective is more like that of a viewer, but what about the passion?
...
The waves return to us also things we did not lose.
I chose a tiny smooth stone to say about:
It, I will never see.
Infinity is more understood in negative terms:
"I will never see, I will never return"
...
When we climbed from the sea, we did not see the sea
but we saw near the new road a deep hole
and next to it a huge wooden wheel with a thick cable wrapped around it:
all calls of the future, all the silences
(A Song of degrees.) In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
Deliver my soul, O LORD, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue.
What shall be given unto thee? or what shall be done unto thee, thou false tongue?
Sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals of juniper.
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!
My soul hath long dwelt with him that hateth peace.
I am for peace: but when I speak, they are for war.
(Psalms, 120)
A child looks on as her family offers the Friday evening "namaz" or prayer at the local mosque... she was totally lost in her own little wonderland, present yet so absent from the whole scene... just compelled me to take the photograph!
I don't know how it works with you, but as a Jew, a son of a woman that was born in Warsaw, 1932, when I see a person holding his hands over his head my first, inevitable association, is the photo of the Warsaw Ghetto boy (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warsaw_Ghetto_boy) :- (
Actually, here, to continue my recent 'fake photos' tendency, the situation is totally naïve and rather fun: It was an extremely hot Israeli summer day (39° C, 102.2°F). People were returning from the Friday Ramadan prayer at the Temple mountain (Haram El Sharif), which means they are on a fast, and spent quite some time in the sun. So, one of the merchants around took an initiative and splashed water over the passing pilgrims. It chilled and amused the people, and gave the street photographer, a wonderful, misleading, photo opp.
The photo was taken a few months ago.
Today, I would not go to shoot at the place.
Hope until next Ramadan things will calm down…
These days the Ramadan ends.
A long and hot month of fast (about 17 hours day) reaches its end.
I think this year was the first time I saw so many scenes like this one:
of people taking (selfie) photos with their smartphone.
I find it encouraging: you may say it's narcissistic, and you would be right;
but it also places the human being in the center, and as such it's humanistic.
Let's pray for a more humanistic world!
It was two weeks ago; subjectively It feels to me as a different era;
Is was after the three Israeli boys and the Palestinian one were murdered,
but before the events between Israel and the Hamas started.
It was the first Ramadan Friday.
It was very hot and tensed in Jerusalem,
and I had doubt whether to go and shoot at the old city, after the prayers, or not.
Finally I decided I would (a decision I did not make in the two following weeks :-().
It was not fun.
The prayers rushed from the prayer to their buses.
Hundreds of policemen (with their horses and arms) were all around.
I hardly took any photos.
But then I saw her, and she saw me too.
I don't think she liked the fact that I was taking her photo;
but she does not seem angry, needless to say furious, at me;
maybe more curious.
Can there be a dialogue between us?
Can we coexist in a mutual respect?
And by the thought that if, by chance, I was living some 700 km away from Jerusalem, in Aleppo, my fortune could be similar to that of the victims we see on the news (and do not care for, enough to change their fortune).
Or that if, by chance, in my country evil people would persecute me and my people, no one would save me.
A Holocaust may return…
Unfortunately, I have no idea who she is, or 'what is her story'. She is very tall and has qualities of a dark knight from an Eastern version of 'King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table'.
If someone would argue that she is actually a Mossad (male) agent in disguise, on his way to a mission, I don't think I would be too much surprised…
We all need grace
We all need a human touch
To acquire warmth without paying for it,
To acquire it by human touch.
To give without wanting to take,
And not out of habit.
Like the shining sun,
Like a falling shadow.
Come, I'll show you a place
Where it’s still possible to breathe.
We all want to give
But only few of us know how.
Now we must learn
That happiness doesn’t smile,
That what was once given
Will never be taken away.
That there is a meaning in all this,
Even after the meaning ends...
Come and I’ll show you a place
Where the light of day still shines.
We all want to love,
We all want to be happy.
So that things will be good for us,
So that we will have strength
What is amazing is that though thousands reach Jama Masjid ... there is ABSOLUTE order (note the orderly lines in which people have lined up to offer nawaz....
It was a very hot August noon, outside the old city of Jerusalem.
Thousands of people were getting out of the narrow lanes,
after the Ramadan prayer ended,
rushing home, to have a meal that would end another day of feast.
She was standing on a traffic island,
talking on her phone, very emotionally.
In a way, she touched my heart
Toward Myself by Leah Goldberg
The years have made up my face
with memories of love,
adorned my head
with silver threads
and made me beautiful.
Landscapes are reflected
in my eyes,
the paths I trod
have taught me to walk upright
with beautiful, though tired steps.
If you should see me now,
you would not recognise
the yesterdays you knew.
I go toward myself with a face
you looked for in vain
when I went toward you.
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The poet reading the poem:
If the Israelis and the Palestinians would have believed more in the good will of the others, the conflict could be solved quickly and easily.
Unfortunately, both sides have good reasons to mistrust the other.
How you create trust where it does not exist?
A real challenge…
"Ramadan is a month of introspection, approaching to God, behaving modestly and with restraint, ... feeling the difficulty of people who are poor or in distress".
(The Hebrew Wikipedia)
Do you hear that, out there, where millions of people (or even a few) are murdered, expelled from their homes, etc?...
I think, she is 'the model' that occurs most on my stream. She is a beggar at the old city of Jerusalem. She is selling old clothes, that I always wonder who would buy (especially, that people throw away good clothes all the time). Someone told me she is originally from Gazza and is lonely in JLM. Often, she can be rather aggressive. I think here you see the other side of the coin: her vulnerability.
Can you remember who I was? Can you still feel it?
Can you find my pain? Can you heal it?
Then lay your hands upon me now
And cast this darkness from my soul.
Top view of Namaz From Baitul Mukaram Moshjid,Bangladesh. I took this Jumma Namaz photo from Baitul Mukarram, national mosque of Bangladesh.
Around 40,000 people can pray together.In special Occasions it exceed 1 lakh.
Jumu'ah (in standard Arabic jum`ah; Arabic: صلاة الجمعة ṣalāt al-jum`ah, "Friday prayer") is a congregational prayer (ṣalāt) that Muslims hold every Friday, just after noon in the place of dhuhr. Muslims pray ordinarily five times each day according to the sun's sky path regardless of clock time.[ It is mentioned in the Qurʾān as:
O ye who believe! When the call is proclaimed to prayer on Friday (the Day of Assembly, yawm al-jumʿah), hasten earnestly to the Remembrance of Allah, and leave off business (and traffic): That is best for you if ye but knew!
And when the Prayer is finished, then may ye disperse through the land, and seek of the Bounty of Allah: and celebrate the Praises of Allah often (and without stint): that ye may prosper.
—Qur'an, sura 62 (Al-Jumua), āyāt 9-10
The jumuʿah prayer is half the ẓuhr (dhuhr) prayer, for convenience, preceded by a khuṭbah (a sermon as a technical replacement of the two reduced rakaʿāt of the ordinary ẓuhr (dhuhr) prayer), and followed by a congregational prayer, led by the imām. In most cases the khaṭīb also serves as the imam. Attendance is strictly incumbent upon all adult males who are legal residents of the locality
The muezzin (muʾadhdhin) makes the call to prayer, called the adhan, usually 15–20 minutes prior to the start of Jum'ah. When the khaṭīb takes his place on the minbar, a second adhan is made. The khaṭīb is supposed to deliver two sermons, stopping and sitting briefly between them. In practice, the first sermon is longer and contains most of the content. The second sermon is very brief and concludes with a dua, after which the muezzin calls the iqāmah. This signals the start of the main two rak'at prayer of Jumu'ah.
The communal prayers have higher compliance of worshippers, as compared to the non-communal ritual prayers. In Turkey for example, the ritual prayers are performed regularly by 44%, whereas Friday prayers were regularly attended by 56% (25% responded that they sometimes attended and 19% that they never did).
From hadith:
Narrated Abu Huraira: The Prophet said, "On every Friday the angels take their stand at every gate of the mosques to write the names of the people chronologically (i.e. according to the time of their arrival for the Friday prayer) and when the Imam sits (on the pulpit) they fold up their scrolls and get ready to listen to the sermon."
—Collected by Muhammad al-Bukhari, Sahih al-Bukhari
Muslim ibn al-Hajjaj an-Naysaburi relates that the Islamic prophet Muhammad used to read Surah 87 (Al-Ala) and Surah 88, (Al-Ghashiya), in Eid Prayers and also in Friday prayers. If one of the festivals fell on a Friday, the Prophet would have made sure to read these two Surahs in the prayers.
Masjid e Tooba, DHA Phase II, Karachi
Masjid e Tooba or Tooba Mosque is in Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan. Locally, it is known as the Gol Masjid. Masjid e Tooba was built in 1969 in Defense Housing Society, Karachi. It is often claimed to be the largest single-dome mosque in the World.
It is also major tourist attraction in Karachi. Masjid e Tooba is built with pure white marble. The dome is 72 meters (236 feet) in diameter and is balanced on a low surrounding wall with no central pillars. Masjid e Tooba has a single minaret standing 70 meters high. The mosque is the 18th largest in the world with the central prayer hall having a capacity of 5,000 people.
Al Hamd ulil Allah, Today visited mosque and performed Namaz-e-Juma'a.
Yesterday I went for shooting at the old city of Jerusalem, after the end of the Ramadan prayer, when thousands of believers, in a fast, rushed back to their homes (often at the Palestinian authority, in Nablus, Gaza, etc.), at the heat of the Israeli summer noon.
As a person that is not very optimistic or happy I returned encouraged: I saw traditional women that stopped outside the walls to take a selfie with their families; I saw adolescent girls posing to the camera, comparing their cell phones and bothered by their look.
Though I am aware of the fact that "the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth" (Genesis, 8, 21) or that we all have aggressive parts, my axiom (basic belief) in life is that most people would be glad to live their simple, humble life, if you would just give them a honorable opportunity to do so.
What I saw yesterday strengthened my belief (though for a moment I do not forget the terror attack in Orlando this week).
I see her from time to time at the old city, returning from the Friday prayer at the Haram el Sharif (Temple Mountain). She always walks slowly with two other old women. Two of the three have traditional face tattoos, a theme that attracts me for a long time. Like many others, she does not seem very pleased from me and my cam. I hope I can be forgiven for taking her photo.
Let's hope Ramadan will be denoted in a peaceful, respectful, merciful way…
Each time I take a photo of an old Palestinian woman with a face tattoo, I ask myself: Is it the last photo of this sort I take? As you hardly see them anymore, and they are not becoming younger with time...
سألت لكم ربي سامع الدعاء أن يرفع عنكم كل بلاء و يدفع عنكم كل شقاء و أن يحييكم حياة السعداء وأن يحشركم مع الصديقين والأنبياء
And yet, we can thank our good fortune, that we are here, and not in any of the other countries around us
My impression is that photos of people (women) with face tattoos will disappear in a few years.
Should we be sad for that?
(Genesis, 12, 1)
"At the end of 2012 the United Nations Refugee Agency (UNHCR) reported that there were 15.4 million refugees worldwide" (wikipedia)
Can we, that sit safely in front of our computers, at our warm houses,
understand what it means to be a refugee?
In a chorus of voices 'The Smile of the Lamb' tells the story of Uri, an idealistic young Israeli soldier serving in an army unit in the small Palestinian village of Andal, in the occupied territories, and his relationship with Khilmi, a nearly blind old Palestinian storyteller. Gradually as the violent reality of the occupation that infects both the occupier and the occupied alike merges with the old man’s stories, Uri, captivated by Khilmi’s wisdom, tries to solve the riddles and deceits that make up his life.
Originally published in Hebrew in 1983, The Smile of the Lamb is a novel of disillusionment and a piercing examination of injustice and dishonesty.
Grossman's son, Uri, was killed at the Lebanon war, in 2006, a few days after David, in a press conference, called for ending the war.