For weeks now I’ve watched small children playfully grasp the hands of their mothers, following them around stores and shopping malls or parks and it puzzles me to no end.
How do they know them? Dressed in the black Burka – some of them completely covered from head to toe. Not all, but many are hidden from the world except their eyes.
I’m guessing it must be their eyes or their voice or something familiar. I guess they just know.
Recently, entering one of the largest mosques in the world – I was informed that there are 3 simple rules I must abide by. This surprises me, I’d thought there be many more.
First – I must wear the Burka. I must cover my hair at all times. I am presented with a freshly cleaned burka – one size fits all. I put it on and struggle to tie my hair underneath. Not to worry, there is plenty of security to make sure it is correct.
Next rule is ~ I mustn’t take a nap on the largest piece of carpet in the world – which would not have occurred to me until I saw this amazing rug. And then finally, my shoes must stay outside.
Easy enough.
My fascination with the burka is now covering me. I am wearing it and I suppose I may never fully understand it. Amazing.
“Almost everything you do will seem insignificant, but it is important that you do it”

Hi Julie! What a stunningly beautiful place. You look great in a burka (of course!). Thank you for these ongoing posts. I’m wondering how many shoes were there when you visited and if there is a system for finding yours after visiting.
Love, Ann
p.s. Happy Birthday, Matt!
p.p.s. I’ve been shoveling
By: Ann Enger on December 3, 2010
at 8:42 pm
Hi Ann,
yes, lots and lots and lots of shoes! and no – there is no system! xxoo
By: Julie Waters on December 5, 2010
at 12:19 am