We left, and our friend's from work came to get us. It turns out we were at the right mosque, but there were 2 funerals that night. We just couldn't read the Arabic signs. So that was an interesting cultural/language experience!
Once we arrived at the funeral, it was very sad. It was more of a memorial, as her father had been buried the day before, on the day he died. It is a Muslim tradition to wash and wrap the body in a certain way, and to bury it immediately. I wonder if it also has something to do in the past from the heat.
It was silent the entire time we were there, except for the man reading from the Quoran. It sounds beautiful. I wish I could understand it. We hugged our friend, and then sat down and it was a time to reflect. And it was so deeply peaceful and heartbreaking to sit in silence and reflect on loved ones and loved ones who have passed, and to hold my grieving friend's hand. I found I really focused on the Quoran reading and it was such a profound experience, to sit in silence in a holy place and reflect on life and the passing of life.
|A Mosque in Islamic Cairo|