Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Razavi Mosque

The topic of the day is churches or religious buildings. Churches have featured quite often in my posts, sometimes melancholy, sometimes haunting or downright scarey, sometimes abandoned or as part of the skyscape. So for this challenge I have picked the Razavi Mosque in Mashad, Iran and limited myself to snaps off my HTC One M8, rather than a proper camera.

Thanks as ever to Cee, and I hope you enjoy seeing something a little different:

First up we have the distinctive blue dome of the Goharshad Mosque, which was originally separate but has now been incorporated into the main mosque complex. It dates from the early 15th century and was commissioned by the Empress Goharshad, wife of the Timurid ruler Shah Rukh.

Blue dome of the Goharshad Mosque

Blue dome of the Goharshad Mosque

Next a picture where everything is wrong, but I like the overall effect. It was cold, my hands weren’t steady, the lighting was poor, but despite that I liked the way the reflections work and the slightly ghostly quality to the woman in the foreground. This is looking across the main courtyard and the blue dome from above is just peeking over the building to the left.

Razavi Mosque at dawn

Razavi Mosque at dawn

Google tried to do something clever with the picture below. It decided the image would work better in black and white, and I tend to agree. This is looking into complex from the Bab-e-Jawad (one of the gates).

Razavi Mosque from Bab-e-Jawad

Razavi Mosque from Bab-e-Jawad

Finally, here’s the view of the main entrance to the mosque proper, my poor phone struggled somewhat with the reflections off the gold bricks, but I think you get the idea of how imposing it is.

Razavi Mosque, entrance from Azadi courtyard.

Razavi Mosque, entrance from Azadi courtyard.

One day I’ll get round to writing up the travelogue from this journey, in the meantime if you are interested in my thoughts on religious travel you can check out extracts from my Hajj diary.

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Mirror crack’d update

If you were paying attention a couple of weeks ago you may recall my misadventures with mirrors.

The crack’d one in its new frame was upsetting me. All that work, and ruined. We thought about solutions, mine was a bit nuclear. Cut the frame, trim the mirror with a tile cutter (what could possibly go wrong with that?).

TBH came up with something significantly easier, more attractive and less likely to end in disaster. It’s not quite Clicky Chick quality, but I think it’s pretty neat.

The technically minded will be wondering what happened to the fixing that should now be buried. I took it out and replaced it with a nail to stop the whole thing rocking and bear a little of the weight.

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The glass squares are from the tile shop. The come in a 30×30 single sheet, but we picked up one with a few missing because we did not need them all. They come pre-spaced on a net, but the gap here was a bit awkward and by luck nine of them just fit in the gap, so there was no grouting required. They are stuck on with double sided tape.

Job done, and now I don’t have to worry about my mother’s superstition that you should not look at yourself in a cracked mirror.

Fleeting Ideas

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There are three layers of ephemeral here:

The ripples eventually disappeared, and the surface of this lake at Trent Park went back to being perfectly still.

This book cover only existed as an option, in the end I went with Image & Other Stories, and the picture of a rose. The title of this option was too unwieldy, the colours didn’t work and the font was too fussy.

The story Stillness and Dancing is in part about the transitory nature of childhood dreams. It had a different title until I recalled these lines from Eliot’s East Coker:

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing

The extract from the poem features at the beginning of the story.

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Other things ephemeral here.

The Jedi Dad Trick

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Nothing in the world beats being a dad to daughters; no one loves you like your daughter does. Your mother thinks you could have done a bit better, your wife is all too aware of the faults she puts up with, and your sister may forgive, but won’t forget the years of childhood antagonism. But to your daughter you are a heroic amalgam of Super Man, Bob the Builder and Bagpuss. She will believe you are awesome until you overwhelm her with evidence to the contrary, so you owe it to her to be awesome.

That’s not to say being dad is easy. Daughters have their own super power, which is getting you to do what they want. From the moment you first pick them up wrapped up in a hospital blanket you can give up any pretence of free will. They know from the cradle that you are utterly subservient to their whims, which makes being a parent very tricky. So here are a few tips and tricks I have picked up along the way, trained in the school of two daughters, now ten and eight.

(Before we start I was reminded of how difficult parenting is in this beautiful and brave post about motherhood in adversity which is well worth a read.)

  1. Don’t make eye contact

Daughters are born with the knowledge of how to make the big eyes at you. It does not work on mum because she did the same thing to her dad. But for you the big eyes are kryptonite. You are helpless before their power, and the only way to protect yourself is to not make eye contact.

Of course it is harder than that. They know your weak times, the fact that you will be distracted while watching the football for example, when they can sneak in under your guard. You need to develop a sense for when mum has said “No!” to something. Soon after that you will hear their footsteps, and then the fateful intonation of “Da–ad…”

Those are all the cues you will get. Do not look away from the football. Do not risk your peripheral vision. Right now she is making the big eyes at you and is about to ask for the thing her mother has just denied her. Turning to face her now is like opening the lead lined box with the glowing green crystals, your dad powers will be lost. Look into those eyes and you will be in a quagmire of submission to daughter and going against the express wishes of your wife. Look at her and you have lost.

If you have made it this far then it is time to go to tip 2.

  1. Delegate

There are swathes of your daughter’s life you won’t be party to because it’s girl stuff. Everyone is profoundly grateful for that. (My unending respect goes out to those fathers raising daughters on their own. God bless you merry gentlemen.)

The first rule of parenting and the second tip for raising daughters is to present a united front with your wife. So when you hear the “Da–ad…” precursor to a request your answer should be on the tip of your tongue: “Go ask your mother.”

If your opinion is asked on something, which is usually a slippery slope to being trapped by girl logic, then the alternative is: “What did your mother say?”

If your opinion is sought first then the right answer is “Let’s check with your mother.”

You never, ever, say mum is wrong about anything. That way lies complete chaos.

As with many things that involve women, of whatever size and relation to you, the rules are unbalanced. Your wife is free to tell her daughter that you are wrong about all sorts of things, although in fairness this is usually about what they are wearing, and whether it needs to be ironed. TBH objects to me letting the girls dress like Cyndi Lauper. Apparently clothes have to match, hair needs to not only be detangled, but brushed into a style. I’ve given up pretending that I understand.

There are of course some things in which you are the expert: Cruyff turns and the offside rule are two obvious examples. It’s the 21st century, teach your daughter these. For everything else Mum Knows Best.

  1. Suck it up Buttercup

When you go out they will wear jewellery, frequently plastic and brightly coloured, and sun glasses, and they will want to carry a handbag. You’ll be at a theme park, and they will need to divest themselves of all this gear to go on a ride. Mum’s handbag will be full with useful and unmentionable things. Your pockets will have all the accoutrements of male life – wallet, phone, keys, knuckle dusters etc. At this stage your only option will be to wear the accessories. You may have thought you looked cool and manly, but all that is worth nothing. You will be adorned with bracelets and necklaces, glitter laden sunglasses will hang from your shirt, you will be carrying a woven handbag with a big flower on it. If you want to be dad these are the table stakes.

Easier to bear, but harder to accomplish is the carrying. She will get tired, you will have to lift her. This may last for a considerable amount of her life, and a considerable amount of time each time you have to do it. When it comes to carrying I recommend seating her on your shoulders. Most importantly this means you can go on for longer, as your arms will not get tired. Your arms will also be free to do other manly stuff: paying for things, carrying bags, fighting ninjas and the like.

There is a plus side, you will be her hero, and you will look heroic doing it. I had strangers taking pictures of the younger one sleeping with her chin on my head all through the queue for the cable car at Genting Highlands. You also stack up loads of parenting credit, and can delegate all parenting activity from then til the next day because of all the hard work you put in.

  1. Don’t be afeared of the fart jokes

Mum will want her to be demure and genteel and a proper little lady, but she is still a kid and kids of any gender love fart and snot jokes. One of my kids’ favourite stories is of a little boy who hides in a tree and gives away his location by farting. So why would you give away a guaranteed laugh from your armoury of keeping the kids amused?

It goes beyond fart jokes, she may not be a boy, but while she is little you can wrestle and roughhouse with her. TBH complains “Be gentle, they’re girls.” But I don’t buy that, tickle fights and tossing them up in the air, and hoisting them over my shoulder are all part of the repertoire.

  1. Know your “go to” moves

There will be times when she is grumpy, or upset, or sleepy, or not sleepy or any of a dozen different moods. You need a range of techniques to have at your fingertips to lift her out of it. My younger one is a simple creature, you can deal with most things by picking her up and giving her a cuddle, but the elder altogether more complicated animal. Something as simple as waking her up can require two or three different approaches. She loves stories, so telling her a story on the assumption she is listening is a favourite, she wakes into the story and after a while can’t resist asking a question or offering an embellishment. We also have a wake up song, and the rule is that once the wake up song has been sung she has to get up.

The classic conundrum is what to do when you hear the dreaded “I’m bored”. For mine stories are again the key, and now they are a little older I just need to start them off and then they make up the rest of the story on their own. In fact the elder one, inspired by Avatar has made up her own world of the Sky people and Star people and goodness knows what else, and she can be distracted quite easily by asking for the next installment of her own creation.

The point is quite a simple one, you need to know your daughter and develop the tools, so that she learns the response by instinct: when she hears a story she embellishes, when she hears a song she gets out of bed before mum starts scolding.

Of course she will be as strong willed as her mother, and there will be times when you need to separate madame and little madame, and if she is in a state of high dudgeon all the stories and songs and nose kisses in the world may not bring her down. Be prepared to just hold on, sometimes all you’ve got is to pick her up and say “I’m here and I ain’t going anywhere.” Unless of course it is time to pull out the “magic”.

The Magic is the go to move to end them all. I get it Padawan. Sometimes all the “there is no try” or “fear the path to the darkside is” doesn’t cut it. Yoda just has to lift the damn X Wing out of the swamp. When she has morphed into stropolopogous you need to break the cycle of the “little me” narrative in her head, where everyone is against her. She’s in the swamp, get lifting.

The Magic is a trick. Hold your breath. Say “gooble boolie”. Breathe out. That’s it. Tell her it is impossible to do this and not smile, and everytime she does it she will smile. You can replace the phrase with any other nonsense sounds that work in your linguistic / cultural context (and if gooble boolie is a profanity in your patois I refer you to no.3). I have it to the point now when I can just say “Take a deep breath…” and she know what is coming and smile. Or I can pretend to forget the magic words, and we play at trying to remember the right formula. By that stage you are in, there is a chink in the tantrum armour, and you can begin the slow process of de-escalation.

  1. Make the most of it

There will come a time when carrying them around is no longer possible and telling them silly stories isn’t cool. Be the superhero while you can, and show them what it means to be loved. One day someone will come along looking to take first place in their heart, and if you can’t fill the suitor full of buckshot you can at least make sure your daughter has grown up so surrounded by love that she isn’t dazzled by the first guy to take an interest.

The fact is she will grow up, but to you that first image of a blob in a hospital blanket will be the image that stays in your head whenever you think of her. You can’t give her any guarantees, life ain’t like that, but you can be Jedi Dad. There is no try.

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