Of all the mosques that I encountered on my trips through Morocco, not once did I get an opportunity to enter one for one reason or another. But here on this trip to Malaysia, where Islam is the official and largest religion, I hope to finally be allowed entry.
So SL and I hop into her car and make our way to the National Mosque of Malaysia,
situated among 13 lush acres and marked by a 73-meter high minaret:
During certain hours non-Muslims are permitted inside,
but proper attire is required and shoes must be removed:
I happily oblige (no matter the heatstroke that I feel coming on) so that I could experience this…
The mosque is fairly quiet today, the day after Friday prayer:
What a beautiful structure this mosque is, a perfect place for quiet reflection…
I return my violet chador,
get last shots of my surroundings,
and take my final stroll in my DIY hijab, a veil of sorts made from a Louis Vuitton monogramouflage stole that has been around the world with me…
hey, there’s always a fashion moment waiting to break out!
I love how you can still make a fashion statement:)