Mama at the Mosque

On the list of “must see” places in Muscat: The Grand Mosque. This time I brought my better camera.


That’s my mom, properly covered. 

I wore pants this time so I didn’t shock anyone with a glimpse of my ankle

The detailed carving on the giant doors is incredibly intricate and covers every square inch

The inside of the big gold dome. I can’t properly describe how big it is. Until recently, this was the largest chandelier in the world.

Mom said of the mosque, “This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in my entire life.”

Tourists handling the Koran. I was hoping they’d get busted. No such luck.

Close up of the stained glass

This gives some idea of the scale. 

One of my favorite parts of the mosque here are all these decorated and carved archways that line the exterior walkways. They are in the style of the mihrab (prayer niche) that is always found in a mosque. The real ones always point toward mecca so the pray-er knows which direction to face. 

a close up of the tiny mosaic tiles

They are all made in different styles with different materials — mosaics, glazed ceramics, and precious stones inlaid in marble are a few of the types that I noticed. Like everything else here, the level of detail is over the top.

two peas

One of my favorite things about my mom being here is watching her play with Camille. Not just because that means I can sit back and relax (even though I do), but because they both seem really happy together.

Camille LOVES my mom’s iPad. My mom goes through all the photos and videos with her (Camille does the swiping) and points out the different people and says things like “do you remember when we were pouring water in the back yard? Let’s watch this video of you playing with your tea set.” And then they ooh and ahh over it together. She also has these interactive books (I don’t know if they’re nursery rhymes or fairy tales or what) where my mom can read the text while Camille touches the “page” and makes the cat move or the duck splash and I’m not sure what else, because I haven’t really been paying attention.  

Since my dad left, this is pretty much what life has been like. Boys at school, Camille and mom playing and napping and me, free as a bird. Good times. 

pirate party

I have a friend here in Oman who throws great birthday parties. The kind where the entire family is invited, the parents can relax and chat while the kids play, and they always go home with awesome, imaginative favors. This morning we were invited to a pirate party that she threw for her daughter’s birthday.

Two great things about this party: it was held at the club near our house (so we could walk) and it was a breakfast party. We got up, got dressed, and walked over and ate pancakes, bacon, hash browns, omelets, and fruit. 


The girls had body art pens and set up a tattoo station


Camille was a willing tatoo-ee 

as was Carter


and Nana

Blackbeard’s cousin: the lesser known pirate “Whitebeard.”


Camille loves playing with the big girls. And she loves slides. 

Climbing the ladder all by herself

headfirst 

down

the slide.

Caleb letting the birthday girl tattoo his chest. Quite the birthday gift. 

dishdasha

My dad headed home from Oman a few days ago. We were sad to see him go, but happy that my mom gets to stay for two more weeks. We sent him off with these lovely parting gifts.

He already wears the perfect footwear. The dishdasha is a natural fit for a relaxed Santa Cruz pastor, right?

Their kumas (the hat) looks different because Dad is wearing one of the kids’ and Josh has his folded a different way. He normally folds it the way he has it in this picture below (↓). There are a bunch of different ways that the Omanis fold them and shape them — what kind of boring world would it be if they all dressed alike? 

Mom getting out her iPad “camera”

Awkward Omani family photo? The boys were all lined up for their group photo and Camille sidled in at the last minute. I love how she’s grinning at me while everyone else is smiling for Nana Pam’s iPad. She knows how to smile for the camera.


*No, Calvin doesn’t have one yet. I’m not sure if he wants one or not, but don’t worry, he wasn’t complaining about being left out.