â€œDo you want to go to Quaker Meeting today?â€
â€œummm,â€ I stall â€œwell letâ€™s look at the whole day firstâ€
There is a possibility that may take four or more hours of driving. Its purpose is to be supportive of someone, more than participating in her roofing party. I managed to do the support part in a phone call making the trip less necessary. Then I have to quickly assess what I want.
â€œWell if I go you know I will be going as a spy. Are spies welcome?â€
â€œof courseâ€ he is laughing.
I branch out into the story of Karen in Fez wanting to go into the mosque. There it is forbidden for tourists to go into the mosques. Karen is beside herself with curiosity, albeit spiritual curiosity. She somehow, and without lying once, convinces the carpet salesmen that befriended us that she may just want to convert. So he will take her to the gorgeous white tower with the intricate designs of plants painted and carved into it. She learns what to do: the washing, the recited Arabic, the kinetic parts of the prayer. She finds appropriate clothing. We arrive early and they leave so that I am alone when the call to prayer is broadcast. At the time I had no idea that it is recorded and was envisioning gristled old men singing into microphones across the ancient city. Their voice reverberating off the sun drenched stones of the buildings, walls, streets. I sit in the sun and wait. When they return, Karen is radiant. â€œI felt the same God I always feel.â€ She tells me that for all the practice she was somewhat clueless in there and all the women helped her kindly. That the space was incredibly beautiful and the style of prayer had a certain satisfying aspect. We then made plans to head to Marrakesh and continue our exploration.
I have told Christopher about this before.
â€œSo what will this be like if I go?â€
â€œWell basically you go and sit and wait for Godâ€
â€œWait? Like a queue? A God queue? Is this like a Russian line for toilet paper?â€
â€œNo, it is more like take a number. More like the DMV. You take a number and sit on a bench and waitâ€
Which was true. Except that the DMV doesnâ€™t have cushions on the benches and it isnâ€™t inappropriate for me to pull out my iPhone to read blogs to pass the time while waiting if I get bored. I didnâ€™t get bored however, I just got flat butt syndrome that took a long walk after to cure.