Omayyad Mosque in Damascus, Syria, still intact

Omayyad Mosque with the Dome of the Treasury on the left and Minaret of the Bride in the centre background (2009)

An early view of the Treasury Dome
Last week I introduced my connection to Syria and promised to write more about this country that was my home for several years in the early 1980s and where our first daughter, Libby, was born (and that’s another story worth telling).
I could recount all the tragedies and horrors Syria has seen over the last few years, but I’d rather start on a positive note.
Not everything in Syria is gone. While much of the north is in ruins, as far as I can determine, the Omayyad (Umayyad) Mosque, in the heart of old Damascus, stands undamaged.
I first saw this magnificent structure on a hot day in 1977. I was visiting from Egypt, where I was studying at the University of Cairo. Back then, I spent most of an afternoon enjoying the mosque’s architecture, its fine mosaic detail, the coolness of its surfaces and the sense of community that surged through the place.

An arcade with lots of space for kids to run and study
By the time I travelled to Syria, I’d already had a year in Cairo and had visited many of its mosques. But this Great Mosque of Damascus, as it is sometimes known, was the first time I saw so many children running around so joyously. And for every child I saw running, there was one lying on the cool marble floors studying and doing homework.
The only other times I’ve seen such relaxed and casual enjoyment in a house of worship were in pagodas in Burma (but more about them another time).
So, not surprisingly, the Omayyad Mosque stuck in my memory. I was lucky enough to return to Syria (and Damascus) in 1980 after I married Poor John (yeah, someday I will write about our unexpected and unconventional wedding in Jordan).
One of my first touristic adventures in Damascus in 1980 was to return to the souk/bazaar that leads to the mosque.
I went again not long after Libby was born in 1981.

Omayyad Mosque—stairway to pulpit

Omayyad Mosque alcove
Interestingly, I have absolutely no recollection of needing to don a hijab (black cloak and headdress) to enter the mosque in 1977 or in the 1980s. I needed to when I revisited in 2009, but the garments were offered to all women and at no charge.
What I do remember about that 1981 outing with Libby is the many women who rushed up me to inspect the baby. I had her in a sack on my chest and everyone lifted the little blanket I used to shield her from the sun.
They were keen to know, how old is the baby? My answer of two weeks shocked every single one of them. Then I got the well-meaning lessons. Babies aren’t supposed to leave the house until they are 40 days old.

Stained glass windows

Chandelier

Friday teachings
I wonder what they would have said if I’d told them she was four days old when she attended the Australian Club’s first Happy Hour (another story which includes the sweepstake betting on when she’d be born). Oh, yeah, and she was 42 days old when she rode a horse, in a sack on my chest, down the chasm (siq) to the Nabatean village of Petra in Jordan.
So many more stories to tell about that part of the world.
In the meantime, here’s a bit more about the Omayyad Mosque in Damascus.
The Great Mosque of Damascus
The Omayyad Mosque is one of the oldest and largest mosques in the world. Some Muslims considered it to be Islam’s fourth most holy place.
Damascus is thought to be the longest continually surviving city in the world and construction on this important mosque is thought to have begun in 634 with completion in 712. It was built on the site of a Christian basilica dedicated to John the Baptist, who is honoured as a prophet by both Christians and Muslims. The mosque still has a shrine to him.

Shrine to John the Baptist
The mosque has seen a lot of change over the centuries. If you want a lot of detail, check out the entry on Wikipedia.
In a nutshell, it has seen fire, strife and many rulers. It’s been controlled by the Umayyads, Abbasids, Seljuk Turks, Mamluks, Ottomans, French and more.
The mosque is rectangular in shape, measuring 97 by 156 metres. There are three arcades (which is where I saw kids studying), a prayer room (with John the Baptist’s shrine), various domes (including the clock and the treasury domes) and three minarets.
The minarets are called the Minaret of the Bride, the Minaret of Jesus and the Western Minaret or Minaret of Qaitbay.

Dome of the Clock
If you’ve travelled widely, you might be interested to know that the Omayyad’s floor plan has been used for many other mosques. These include al-Azhar and Baybars Mosques in Cairo, the Great Mosque of Cordoba in Spain and the Bursa Grand and Selimiye Mosques in Turkey.
As for spelling, I use Omayyad while many others use Umayyad.
As for the future, I hope I am able to revisit this wonderful mosque. More importantly, I hope Libby is able to revisit the land of her birth.
By the way, if you have an interest in Middle Eastern food, you might like the recipe for flat bread on my cooking blog.
There are still lots of places to visit, but with the current climate and all these wars going on, it’s getting harder every day. I know there are still places I want to visit, places, people to see and meet.
I just wish things would would sort themselves out so ordinary people could get back to living their lives.
It’s not the people that start these wars, it’s the politicians, if they had to fight, see what a war is like, they wouldn’t start them
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Derrick you are so right. If the people who started the wars had to fight them, I think there wouldn’t be so many wars.
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I don’t think there is a politician in power now that has even served in the forces of any kind, it should be policy that any politician should serve at least 5 years in the forces, at least that would show they are really commited to their country (if they had seen action, they wouldn’t be so eager to send troops anywhere)
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Makes a lot of sense.
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Such an informative and interesting post, which so much food for thought. Many thanks, Nick
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You are most welcome. Thanks for stopping by.
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A beautiful place, let’s hope it survives the civil war. your post reminded me about how shocked I was when my daughter took her new baby supermarket shopping when she was barely a week old!
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You shocked? How old is that child now? 🙂
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5, didn’t seem to harm her!
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A very interesting post and the photos are beautiful. I remember carrying my first child into the bank when he was only a week old…he had to go where I went , there was no babysitter. I had him in a little carrier and people would be amazed to learn that I had such a tiny baby with me. The day he was born he weighed 5 and a half pounds. Times change and peoples opinions change. It’s too bad they think of war instead of really trying to get along with one another.
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Same for me with Libby. I didn’t have a babysitter, so she went where I went. And yes, wouldn’t it be wonderful if people spent more time trying to get along.
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I am really enjoying your up close and personal experiences of this area and the Syrian people. Thank you for sharing and all of the lovely pictures. I look forward to the next chapter.
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Thank you. I’m trying to decide what to write about next. Lots of options.
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This beautiful building has a fascinating history! I truly hope it survives intact and you and Libby will be able to revisit someday.
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I’m so relieved the mosque in Damascus has survived. The mosque in Aleppo hasn’t and I have some before photos of that to share.
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Your stories of Syria are so fascinating, Peggy!
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Thanks.
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So much to look at! I love the way you weave your personal stories with the historical, and also hope that one day Libby will be able to safely return.
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I’m glad you like the combination because I’d find it hard to separate the two. 🙂
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The articles you write very valuable. I’ve never heard of this mosque earlier. I look forward to your next article 👍
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Thanks for your interest. Most appreciated.
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Another great post Peggy. Lets hope this amazing building survives and you can revisit with Libby.
My son decided against visiting his birthplace in Ibadan, Nigeria for safety readons. Shame as it was a lovely place to live once too.
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We can both hope our children get to see their places of birth one day—sooner rather than later.
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Why oh why does so much beauty get spoiled by so much hatred and violence.
PS. When son Daniel was only 12months we had him in a carrying thingo on my chest facing forward and he kept being called a kangaroo.
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I’ll never understand the motivation to destroy.
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Especially not in the name of God.
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Especially not.
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It makes me sad to see these pictures! My first visit was in 1988 and I have pictures of my little baby sitting there at the mosque! Your post made me smile as you talked about your little baby! Yes a big no no to leave the house at all until 40 days! What an informative and sentimental look back! My in laws still live in Damascus and I hear from them here and there on fb. You sure have a rich travel history Peggy, thanks for sharing these pictures and memories!
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The pictures make me sad too, but at least the mosque is still undamaged. I have lots more to post about Damascus and Syria in general so I hope you’ll tag a long.
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I am so glad Peggy and I will be following along for sure! It is amazing that the mosque remains undamaged!
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Hello Pegz,
Interesting to read about one of the more important world mosques, Omayyad… and in Damascus… new to me and thankfully not destroyed. And that you had a new born baby and traveling around, with people so interested. I wonder why the local people don’t go out with a new baby until 40 days? safety, religious reasons… Second, all right, how about a few Syrian recipes on P32 cook blog..
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I think the 40 days is for health reasons—thinking maybe babies aren’t yet ‘tough’ enough.
And you won’t believe this, but I don’t have a single Syrian cookbook. I have some with Syrian recipes, but no Syrians books. They mustn’t have displayed any when I was there, but now that you mention it, I see there are some available online.
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Your post has made me realize that I have never visited a house of worship of another religion. In Zambia, people are discouraged from taking babies out ‘unnecessarily’ before six months as we believe that their immune systems have not developed.
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Wow, six months to keep babies in. That’s a long, long time.
As for houses of worships, I hope you have a chance to visit some different ones. They can be so fascinating and eye-opening.
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Fabulous post, Peggy. The history is wonderful, especially supported by your beautiful photos. The architecture of the Omayyad Mosque is incredible and so very detailed. I find Islamic architecture just awe-inpiring. I visited the Mezquita Mosque in Cordoba last April and was left dumb-struck by that. I didn’t know that the Mosque in Damascus provided the floor plan for it, though.
I love all your little snippets about other stories you still have to tell! I’ll be ready to read them when you do get round to writing them up.I also found the attitudes of the women in Damascus to your new baby really interesting. I wonder how they decided on 40 days as the safe time for a baby to meet the great outdoors? 40 days is such a biblical number, used in many stories in both Old and New Testaments. Does that have anything to do with it?
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Thanks Millie for your interest in Syria. It’s a place so close to my heart.
As for the 40 days, the number does occur in lots of literature and customs. Bedouins/nomads say that even if it is your worst enemy, if someone grabs a hold of your tent pole and is in need of help, you must care for them for 40 days and 40 nights. And then there’s quarantine—it used to be 40 days. So not sure exactly where it comes from.
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Perhaps the quarantine idea – in that they see 40 days as a time for precautions (meaning taking baby ouside could in some way be dangerous, as in the risk of infections). Well, that’s enough guessing. I’ll just be satisfied with your answer that no one is sure where it came from. 😀 Thanks for the explanation, Peggy.
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Have done a bit of exploring and think the 40 days comes from quarantine. At the time of the Black Death in the 1300s, passengers were not allowed to leave ships (and ships could not dock) for that period. Quarantine comes from Venetian and means 40. We may never know whether that’s the history of keeping babies inside. The custom is certainly not narrow in its application. Try googling ‘why keep babies inside for 40 days’. Lots of English links.
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That mosque is absolutely stunning. The detail in the 4th & 5th images is amazing.
(I’m just thinking you must have a whole library devoted to photos and moments of your travels 😀 )
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Oh Vicki, don’t mention the library of photos. I have 22,000 images on one computer and 43,000 on another. I’m trying to cull down to 20,000 and 40,000.
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The detail on those buildings is simply mind boggling… I keep staring at the intricate work they have done…
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I really must post more photos from mosques. The mosaics and other artworks are really extraordinary.
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Such a beautiful mosque!
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Thank you for enjoying it.
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Absolutely stunning. I can also feel the nostalgia in every sentence. About hijab, even most part of the world, Muslim women were not used to wear it regularly even 10-15 yrs back. In fact, it is the most logical to wear in the middle eastern deserts where heat wave are common. But now a days I see it everywhere increasingly. Also I found many posts about wearing it. Recently I asked one girl, who wrote it is important to wear hijab because everyone will see you more respectfully ( certainly I don’t believe respect can be earned by piece of clothe), that if she knows the true meaning or reason behind wearing a hijab, but she never answered my question.
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Yes, the wearing of the hijab has an interesting history. Few women wore it in the Middle Eastern countries I visited and lived in during the 1970s and 80s unless, as you said, they were protecting themselves from the harsh sun. I don’t mind the hijab, but hope women wear it by choice and not by force.
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The details of the architecture are captured beautifully in your photos.
So fascinating! That part of the world seem more exotic and foreign than ever.
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Thanks for the compliment and for stopping by. It’s been fun for me to go back through my photos of Syria.
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That was fascinating. I was interested to read that the rules regarding entry seem to have changed. I imagine that reflects a greater sensitivity over religious issues than in years past. Also, although I imagined Damascus must be an old city, I had no idea quite how old.
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Damascus is even mentioned in the book of Genesis.
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It’s a city with a lot of history behind it. With any luck, it’ll have a wonderful future ahead of it too, once this terrible civil war is over.
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I like to think of Damascus as a survivor. Syria too.
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Stunning! So much of civilisation has been destroyed, though!
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Yes, the destruction is heartbreaking.
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What a beautiful building. I hope it continues to weather the storm.
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Oh my goodness, so do I.
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Syria was high on my list for many years… Never got to it before baby girl was born, and now, who knows?? I have a good friend from Aleppo (currently living in Italy though) who always told me he would show me his beautiful city one day. Not sure how much is even left of it though. What a sad sad state of affairs for such a beautiful country. Thanks for sharing your knowledge and background for us who haven’t been. X
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Thanks for stopping by and for commenting. Aleppo is/was a beautiful city. Tonight I’ll try to do a post on the citadel there. Then you’ll at least have had a glimpse of it.
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Oh that would be great. I’ve seen the pics before, it looked amazing.
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I even have some night shots. Better get busy on the post. 🙂
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I loved seeing this! Just knowing there are sites such as this that haven’t yet been damaged is heartening. I wonder what the atmosphere is like today–around the Omayyad Mosque. Thanks, Peggy!
Elouise
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Elouise, I wonder too. I hope there’s a shred of optimism. Things aren’t so good in Aleppo. The Omayyad Mosque there has been badly damaged.
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Yes. The like is for hope.
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I don’t know how to comment on this. The Omayyad Mosque is so beautiful! Stunning photographs,
Tony
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Thanks.
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Wow. What wonderful stories! The mosque is absolutely beautiful! I’m glad that place is still intact.
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Me too.
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Really tragic to see the unnecessary destruction of Syria due to a bunch of blood thirsty, backwards thinking, disgusting pieces of … well, you get my point. Would love to read more about your time in Syria in the 1970s/1980s when you have time. That would have been an epic time to have visit the Middle East I bet!
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It really was amazing times and I promise to write more about it (and pics too).
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i can’t get over how you get around…and always with great pix. continue…
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We will. Don’t have the sense to stay home. Earlier today I tried to comment on your latest post, but for some reason my comments aren’t sticking on any blogs but my own and one other. Cheers to you.
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