In Kashan we are going to visit the Agha Bozorg Mosque was impressive and I’m so proud of all the knowledge I have. At the same time, it is a pity people don’t get the right information, but probably you only get access to what you’re ready to process. The mosque is the place where Ustad Ali Maryam started his career as an architect when he was a pupil. He later designed the Tabatabei House and the Boroujerdi House.
The two historic house museums which belonged to father in law and son in law noblemen: The Tabatabei House was built in 1880 and The Borujerdi House was built in 1857 for the bride belonging to the Tabatabei family.
Legend has it that the sister of the bride got married and her husband built for her a very beautiful house and the newly groom wanted to build an even more impressive house for his wife.
In Kashaan there is an area where most of the houses are new, yet they hold ancient inspiration. True palaces, still uninhabited, with high up walls taller than the two floors of the houses.
Mosque in Kashan in turquoise, green and yellow. Lizoda Shop has some pretty cool and colorful outfits.
Off to Fin Gardens, another UNESCO World Heritage site of Iran, built during the time of Shah Abbas I of Persia (1571-1629), also known as Abbas the Great, known as the most powerful ruler of the Safavid Dynasty.
My nickname on this trip is Shirin, because of the similarity with Sevim, my name. A quite common female Iranian name, it is inspired from the legend of Shirin and Farhad (another version: Khosrow and Shirin), a famous Persian love story between a queen and a king. The outcome of the story is a tragic one, sprinkled with infidelity, heroic deeds, kids from other marriages, love murders and finally the suicide of Shirin. A soul mate story, a twin flame story, dating since the 12th century. This reminds me of the Museum of Islamic Art in Doha and the wonderful exhibition on the Qajar Women.
Still feels weird to be listening to Romanian in our group. More weird than listening to Arabic, Hindi or Farsi.
How shallow outside to have to resonate with the world, how deep within where I can go to different realms. In a state of bliss, in my Moroccan night dress and green turban from Qatar, a present from Souq Waqif bought by my Syrian friend.
The prayer hears as if it were in our hotel, Negin Hotel, a traditional former Caravanserai on the Silk Road, that used to give food and shelter to the merchants.
Overlapping voices of the call to prayer from the nearby mosques. Do I really belong to this culture?
I came here to discover more of who my ancestors were and rediscover mysel
f by immersing in this sublime culture. I found greatness, but I also found the reminiscence of a fallen empire.
Greatness is great as long as it stands, in the end. So it’s better to leave the past where it belongs, I think to myself, as I walk down the wide terraces of the caravanserai.