I was practically raised in a mosque, nothing like this one! Ours was centered in the ghetto of the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles right off of Vermont Avenue. The only other mosque I’ve seen was in Egypt and they were a little… incomplete, if you will. This one… holy… MOLY. (no cussing now… proud?) As we pulled up to visit the largest mosque in the United Emirates also the 8th largest mosque in the world… I was floored! I couldn’t believe something so holy could be so luxurious! It was strange seeing it packed with crazy, proper crazy tourists and a mix of Muslims who came to worship and pray. Men and women had to cover upon entering… thankfully I brought a tiny neck scarf that somehow fit on my little tiny head. Surprise, surprise. Unlike some tourists I wouldn’t dare walk around Abu Dhabi or even Dubai in a mini skirt or shorts… nah, that just doesn’t go down well here. Learned the hard way once in Egypt. Chased and spat on… yeah…. so intense. To our defense (my sisters and I) we were told we were going to the beach and a little market nearby even then we just wore “capri shorts” you know the ones that go down to the knees and a t-shirt. No no no everyone was in the long black “abaya” and nothing else fit in. It was the holy market of extremists! Such a crazy experience… This one however was much, much more beautiful. After we went to the Emirates Palace which felt a little like Caesars Palace in Las Vegas. Eek I just said that out loud! <3 E.
P.S- how fashionable is my husband… ahaha I die looking at these pictures. His red vans with paint splatter (on purpose), and blazer with buttons… while all the men were in sandals and the long dress… omg I don’t know why I’m laughing so hard! He’s so precious!!!!