Everyone in church was on their feet when the Ethiopian choir sang!
I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –
Of Chambers as the Cedars –
Impregnable of eye –
And for an everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky –
Of Visitors – the fairest –
For Occupation – This –
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise –
Trips to Dohuk remind me how fancy-schmancy Erbil actually is. Dohuk and Erbil skylines, respectively.
Art featuring images of people or animals is forbidden in some interpretations of Islam. My colleague explained that is the reason that some activists smash the noses of public sculptures in protest.
The minaret is the main landmark of Erbil after the citadel– supposedly there is a secret tunnel connecting the two. (It cracked me up later that the men near the street sign I photographed waved to me, seeing that I was taking a photo. I didn’t even notice at the time!)
More glimpses from inside and around the citadel. UNESCO declared the citadel a world heritage site because it has been continuously inhabited for so long. However, the recent reconstruction project resulted in the actual citadel residents being moved to other parts of the city…
It’s just that good.
(We were seated in the ‘family room’, farther from the kitchen than the room where just men sit…)
The air was filled with the strong scent of cardamon… (j’adore)
Moment of silence today on the blog for Erbil… No photo.