Showing posts with label Goaldi Mosque. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Goaldi Mosque. Show all posts

Monday, June 6, 2011

Goaldi Mosque as Witness to an Embarrassing Gaffe - Sonargaon Tales




The town of Goaldi has been described as a “sequestered hamlet” andprecariously surviving”. It’s a nondescript village hidden amidst thick bamboos groves, mango canopies and jackfruit trees, some 6 kilometers northwest of Painam Nagar in Sonargaon. But in its cloisters, we found a mosque – the oldest known structure in Sonargaon; an illustrious relic from the medieval past.

A pre-mughal structure known as Goalde Mosque rises in this sleepy village. This was a single-domed mosque built by Mulla Hizabar Akbar Khan in the early 16th century, during the reign of Alauddin Husain Shah, an independent late medieval Sultan of Bengal who rose to power after assassinating his sultan - Shams-ud-Din Muzaffar Shah of Abyssinia (a Habeshan tribe whose origins hail from Ethiopia and Eritrea in Africa). Alauddin was the deposed sultan's wazir (a high ranking political adviser of a muslim dynasty). Alauddin eventually founded a dynasty that ruled Bengal for years. This snippet of historical fact we're mentioning to place this story capsule in contextual perspective. Unfortunately, not much is written about Akbar Khan, the person responsible for the construction of the mosque.

On fast gaze, the mosque looks small; a single structure with rich thematic pertinence and an even richer past. Its colors have been dramatically washed up with the passing of time, seemingly departing its whispery grandeur in footnotes of tourist books. Except for the backside of the mosque, each side has 3 arched entrances, the central arch slightly higher than the others. The interior of the mosque is gated, thus a visit inside is not allowed.

For decades, Goaldi Mosque was in utter ruins until its restoration in 1975.





A more detailed description is in Banglapedia that says:” Provided with three arched entrances to the edifice on the east and one each on the north and the south (now bricked up) the base of the dome rests on squinch arches at the four corners which support the dome on pendentives."

"There are some ornamental black stone pillars inside the prayer hall for the support of the roof. Corresponding to the three arched doorways on the east there are three richly decorated mihrabs (a niche in a mosque positioned to face Mecca) on the west wall, of which the central one is bigger and beautifully embellished with curved floral and arabesque relief on dark black stone, but the flanking side mihrabs are ornamented with delicate terracotta floral and geometric patterns. The central stone mihrab is framed within an arched panel with an expanded sunflower motif in the centre. Below that the spandrels of the multi-cusped arch of the mihrab are decorated within a rectangular frame. The engrailed arched recess is carried on stunted octagonal pillars faceted at stages. Four round banded turrets at the outer corners rise up to the curvilinear cornice.


Goaldi interiors. This photo and the one directly above only are courtesy of Ershad Ahmed's blog - http://dhakadailyphoto.blogspot.com/2009/06/historical-masjid-at-goaldi-and.html




Terracotta designs of hanging lamps and flowers.


On a rickshaw, we arrived in front of a small, seemingly ignored compound where, at its center piece is this pre-mughal mosque named after its town. Mafuz eventually sequestered my camera. My tour guide was enamored with the sight he was showing Karin and I. Even the details of moldings were photographed in their intricate design.

Each of the four sides measures 4.8 meters thus it was easy to go around it and appreciate its otherworldly appeal. While winding down with our visit, I realized that I have been erroneously calling my Swiss friend "Helen" when it should be "Karin". From the side of the mosque, in a soft whisper and an abashed discountenance, she corrected me. This tall blond girl with a timid smile - I had been calling her with someone else's name - the whole duration of the visit, and I was red with embarrassment! Being inattentive is a scourge and I am not too proud of my gaffe. The funny thing is, Mafuz actually captured this embarrassing predicament (see below) while I was profusely apologizing to her beside Goaldi Mosque.

But the shadows of the past weren't lost in our moments of frivolity. It cloaked us like the warm sun.

This is the Eye in the Embarrassed Sky!



Goaldi Mosque's washed out colors echo a colorful almost-neglected past.



Cylindrical turrets characterize the four corners that rise up from the ground to the cornice (ornamental molding around the wall of a room just below the ceiling) .


Mosque is my embarrassed witness.


Terracota moldings adorn this pre-mughal architecture.


Intricate designs found in the moldings around the turrets.










Writings on the wall.



Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sonargaon, Bangladesh – Whispers From an Ancient Capital (An Introduction)


There’s always a palpable buzz of excitement when you suddenly realize you’re visiting a part of history. In this case, it is Sonargaon, the ancient – and first capital – of Bangladesh, long before it became a separate country (from India and Pakistan).

ANCIENT CITY

Vikramapura was the cultural and political center of ancient Bengal but everything about it has been passed on through word of mouth. It’s a mythical city that has died in the early inhabitant’s failure to document its existence. There are no documents to show the exact boundary of its territorial unit; no relics; no traces of a very distant past, except for historical hearsay handed down from centuries of Chandra, Sena and Varman rulers that stretch from the 10th century to the 13th century. It is believed though that it existed somewhere in the southeast of Bangladesh.

By the 13th century, a Hindu ruler named Danujamadhava Dasharathadeva felt the need to transfer his dominion to an uncharted region called Suvarnagrama, a name that gradually evolved into its present nomenclature. Sonargaon. The “golden village,” as it was literally translated (or “golden town”). It was a promising place bound by its riches, and its rivers: Meghna River to the east, Shitalakhya River to the west, Daleshwari River to the south, and Brahmaputra River to the north. But like most ruling forces, time wasn't kind and the Hindu ruler gradually lost grip of his power and influence, and with the arrival of the Muslim rulers, he was eventually overwhelmed. Sonargaon was soon annexed to Lakhnauti (under the rule of Shamsuddin Firuz Shah). It became an exigent town as a port and source of “mint”.




In the 2nd quarter of the 14th century, Sonargaon boasted of direct trading connection with China, Java (Indonesia) and Maldives, as noted in the annals of Moroccan adventurer Ibn Batuta. Hou Hien, a Chinese translator, described it as a fortified wall city with tanks, bazaars and a bustling emporium of trade.

With time, it had several change of hands in terms of administration - from the Tughlaq rulers then the arrival of the mughals (Isa Khan, then Musa Khan). With the fall of Musa’s regime (1611), Sonargaon was gradually demoted. Dhaka rose as the capital. And Sonargaon gradually slipped into near obscurity – rotting in its rich but ancient past.

During the early 20th century, Painam-Nagar was developed somewhere in the area of medieval Sonargaon which became a trading center of cotton fabrics. Sonargaon soon again flirted with commercial life. Hindu merchants – “cloth merchants” - built showy colonial houses on a narrow single- road, but a cantankerous, albeit impetuous history has halted the rebirth of Sonargaon. There were (1) the great division between Pakistan and India, (2) the anti-Hindu massacre (the muslim population grew tenfold), and (3) the Indo-Pakistani War (1965).

Most of these affluent Hindu merchants fled to India, and Painam-Nagar virtually turned into a ghost town. These days, the southern town of Mograpara is starting to stir into life. This is where most tourists arrive from Dhaka. From here, a rickshaw can be hired to visit sites.




Though most of the ancient Sonargaon (10th to 13th century) have disappeared like Vikramapura, a few reminders of the succeeding epoch have remained: the Goaldi Mosque, a pre-Mughal bridge, a single rajbari (a Raj-era palace built by a landlord called “zamindar” converted into the Folk Arts Museum), a mausoleum, and some minor mosques.

Located 27 kilometers (some say 29, LP says its 23) southeast of Dhaka, Sonargaon magically transports you into the past – into this long forgotten and neglected land that has “dwindled into a village with dense jungle”. If you want local color, and grassroot Bangladesh, this is probably one of the best places to visit.

The bus ride from Dhaka will take 40 minutes to 1 hour, on a measly 15-taka ($0.20 or PhP8.80) bus ride. Be sure to tell the bus conductor that your destination is Mograpara, otherwise, your “Sonargaon” (pronounced “sho-nar-gahn”) will take you to Pan Pacific Sonargaon, says LP. I had great company - my guide Mafuz and a sweet Swiss girl I kept calling Helen, until she corrected me at our last itinerary. “It’s Karin,” she bashfully smiled. She is a doctor too. Ain’t that nice?

This is the Eye in the Sky who feels the need to do a little introductory piece.


Next up: the actual visit in Sonargaon.



Rajbari Palace turned into a museum.



Dessert? No, they're supposedly a daily staple eaten like rice - and despite its delectable look, it doesn't have a taste. (They say it does.)



Tombs, Sonargaon has a lot of.



"It's Karin," says she. My friend from Bern has traveled far and wide and even scaled mountains.



Intricate designs found at the Goaldi Mosque which has a pre-Mughal design (built 1519).




Thursday, September 9, 2010

Bangladesh Fortuitous Jolt of Surprise – A New Introduction



Bangladesh has always fascinated me. Didn’t Rabindranath Tagore come from this country? Considered by United Nations as one of the world’s 50 poorest nations, Bangladesh populates itself like there's no tomorrow. It has a population of 162,221,000 spread across 147,570 square kilometers of mostly agricultural land. The Philippines has an area more than double Bangladesh –299,764 square km and a population of 92 million. Now compare this to the state of Texas which has an area of 696,241 square km, more than 4x that of Bangladesh, but a population of just 24,700,000.

The country’s population increases by 2 million a year, and is expected to reach 185 million in 10 years (2020). A country this size may hardly be sustainable in a decade’s time if this isn’t regulated. Sure, the precepts of the largely myopic Roman Catholic doctrines may dismiss any forms of contraception, but thank heavens Bangladeshis are mostly muslims, with a government hang up on political grandstanding. This topic on density is something I strongly believe I should emphasize in this post.

Until the early 70’s, Bangladesh was a part of Pakistan, East Pakistan to be exact. This was a result of Islamic solidarity - when political and religious divisiveness segregated people into India's Hindu populace and the muslims who had to move to either West Pakistan or East Pakistan. But decades of neglect, as well as declaring “urdu” as the sole national language were a direct affront to the Bangladeshis who don't speak urdu. This triggered a Bangla Language Movement, since you really can't ignore a people's dialect. This was eventually followed by successful secessionist movements. On March 26, 1971, Bangladesh (which means "land of the Bangla speakers") was a free nation.




Map of Bangladesh. This photo only courtesy of www.nationsonline.org.



The Pink Palace or Ahsan Manzil is a majestic and cheap visit. I paid only 2 takas for the entrance.

Dhaka, the capital, sits on the bank of the Buriganga River. It is one of the most densely populated cities in the world and forms the world's 9th largest agglomeration. It is home to about 600,000 rickshaws plying the metropolis everyday. In one part, these facts frighten me; In another, they challenge the crazy spirit in me. But as long as I envision myself actually coming out unscathed from a visit, I am there. Bangladesh is one of these bewildering countries. And this September, we shall pay homage to a country that has endured decades of separatism and sovereign struggle.

Bangladesh doesn’t have a lot of foreign tourists, and if you find yourself standing on a street in Dhaka, you will become circus attraction. Suddenly, you’re the most unique being in their universe. Do they steal glances at you? Heck, no! They will gather around you, blatantly stare at you, and they will be unapologetically shameless to satiate their curiosity! Occasionally, someone will come over and send the throng away, just so he can take over the staring business. This can get hilarious at times. I remember crossing a street where people to my right – and to my left were attentive of my presence, instead of the chaos on the streets. During such street-crossing, I was asked 5x by 5 different people. Which country you from? Are you student? Are you married? Do you like Bangladesh? Yes, I like Bangladesh, except all the staring! Haha! In fact, I have blogged how they have turned staring into an art form.

In Dhaka, you can experience how Hollywood superstars feel, and enjoy the attention, until they start asking obtrusive questions. You think I am exaggerating? Think again! If you’re looking for peace and quite, boy, you are in the wrong place! But if you’re free spirited and don’t mind the inquisitive world around you, then you can relish on the extreme curiosity of the Bangladeshi people. There are very few international tourists in Bangladesh, thus the ones who make it there are met with brimming curiosity.

Despite stark poverty, overpopulation, and an inefficiently delivered public service, Banglas remain one of the most hospitable people we’ve ever encountered.


Bangladesh and Philippines Eye to Eye

Bangladeshis have interesting parallelisms from the Philippines. They love to opinionate on matters of national and international concern. A big chunk of the population finds migration to the United States as one step to heaven, and getting a U.S. visa is viewed like winning the lottery. Bangladeshis also value their freedom of expression so much that it has grown into a tired excuse of redress in forms of hartals (strikes) and demonstrations. At some point in time, they have actually halted economic growth. Too much freedom can sometimes halt progress. Journalists are also attacked and assassinated much like in the Philippines. In Transparency Organization’s ranking of the world’s corruption index, the Philippines and Bangladesh – along with Belarus and Pakistan, rank 139th in a list of 180 countries (number 1 – New Zealand - being the least corrupt, and number 180 – Somalia – as the most corrupt). Finally, this is a country frequently ravaged by storms and cyclones. Sounds familiar?



Curzon Hall of Dhaka University, the elegant European-Mughal style architecture is eye-catching, erected in 1905.


VISA APPLICATION

I’ve always hated visa applications, but since I wanted to visit Bangladesh, I had to submit a slew of paper work. Upon realizing the volume of these requirements, I actually thought I was migrating instead of visiting. When I submitted my documents at the Bangladesh Embassy (Universal Re-Building, 2nd Floor, Paseo de Roxas, corner Perea Street in Legaspi Village, Makati City -+63-2-817-5001, +63-2-817-5010 and call before going there), the girl (a Filipina) assigned for the documents asked what my purpose was in visiting Bangladesh. I said, “As a tourist.” Then she replied with a sarcastic, “Owww? Di nga!” I had to force my brow against unwarranted elevation, then told her what my profession was. These are moments that place you on a defensive stance, and telling her my educational attainment was a faster way to shut her up. How was I to know that the people at the Bangladesh Embassy could hardly believe there was actually someone stupid enough to visit their country? Was that it? And why would anyone illegally migrate to South Asia’s poorest region - to sew jeans for export to India? I don’t sew garments, honey. I suture eyes! Later that day, the same lady offered a conciliatory gift: a 90-page color book called “Bangladesh Basic Facts”, published by the External Publicity Wing of Bangladesh’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which I must have read half a dozen times. Nice.

I only planned on a few days in Bangladesh, to be honest about it. It was just a protracted transit en route to India via Kolkata. I planned on crossing the border overland. I applied for 3 days, and I was given 7 by the Bangladeshi Embassy in Manila. Upon arrival in Dhaka (from KL), the immigration officer read my immigration card – this one will ask about your profession and educational attainment (a question that is commonly asked even by the locals) – then stamped 30 days! Most other foreigners – Caucasians, especially – get 15 days, unless their visa specifies 3 months! This was a more generous people, not the 7 days that the local embassy gave me. I was initially weary that such attitude from the idiotic embassy staff would actually extend to the immigration counter once I was in Dhaka. But I was so wrong!

One wonders why embassy people are so uptight. It’s easy to be strict without being rude or a pompous ass. I remembered how business-like the staff at the French Embassy was, but my Schengen was a generous number of weeks. Same story with the Danish Embassy who gave me 1 week more than what I requested. And these are very rich countries, aren’t they? Then we have something like the Bangladesh Embassy who treats tourists as though we are out to pilfer their precious land? Check the country’s history and you’d wonder if there’s anything left for anyone to pilfer.



Baitull Mukarram National Mosque in Central Dhaka

Anyway, after a very welcoming arrival (late in the evening), I carried my stamped out passport to the immigration hall of Zia International Airport. People were queuing towards custom inspection (they had an xray machine, but for some reason, they were manually opening the suitcases) prior to the main exit door. When they saw me, the only Asian in a sea of Indians, Bangladeshis and 2 Caucasians, they just nodded at me, and signaled that I could take my bag out without further inspection. And I felt like royalty! With someone from my hotel picking me up, it was a relief to be welcomed late in the evening by friendly faces. This was turning out to be more pleasant than I expected.

This is the Eye in the Sky!



Tara Masjid - or Star Mosque - considered by Lonely Planet as Dhaka's most popular tourist attraction. This has a striking decoration of colored glass set in white tiles - and a very accommodating mullah who "rolled the carpet" for me. I was just so honored. They thought I was Japanese. The sitara's recent renovation is funded by Japanese money, in fact there's a tile there somewhere showing Mount Fuji.



5 taka rickshaws at the Sadarghat area.


Fast Facts

Official Language: Bengali or Bangla

Currency: taka

Exchange rate: $1=69.65 (BDT) takas, PhP1=1.57 takas, 1 Indian rupee=1.50 takas, 1 baht=2.25 takas, 1 ringgit=22.39 takas, 1 euro=88.69 takas, 1 british pound=108 takas

Primary economy – Agrarian, it is the largest producer of Jute

Staple food: rice

Non-religious anniversaries: Bengali New Year’s Day or Pahela Baishakh on April 14, Language Martyr’s Day on February 21, Independence Day on March 26, National Revolution and Solidarity Day on November 7

Religion: Islam (88.3%), Hinduism (10.5%), Buddhism, Christian, Animists

Time difference from Malaysia and Philippines: 2 hours

Bangladeshi cars drive on the left.

Visas have to be secured from your country of origin. There are no visas on arrival. Visa extensions are possible once in Dhaka, but processing will take a minimum of 3 days, sometimes 2 if you’re lucky.



Shipyards at the Buriganga River as I was cruising. An hour's boat ride will cost you 90 takas.



At the beautiful Goaldi Mosque in the ancient city of Sonargaon with my friend Karin. She's a Swiss traveler whose day job is that of a surgeon in Bern. This shot was taken by Mahfuz, my guide. In a moment of sheer embarrassment, I realized that I had been calling her the wrong name - Helen- which she never corrected until later in the day. This was that moment.



Squatters at Painam Nagar. I was a bit embarrassed walking inside the houses, like I had all the right to do so, but the people who occupied the otherwise empty crumbling buildings were good natured enough to greet us with a smile. We will post our photos from that visit soon.



Mausoleum of National Leaders - 3 heroes rest here. They fought for the Bangla langauge and independence. Just at the southwest corner of Suhrawady Uddyan (garden).



100 year old houses in Sonargaon in state of decay.



Mograpara, Sonargaon. My guide Mahfuz made sure I could see the important sights during my short visit. He dealt with rickshaw and taxi wallahs, then I had to join his family home for cha and to see his mother who has hypertension, diabetes and cataract.



Potato economy at the bowels of Old Dhaka



Istara Masjid and the faithful


Bangladeshis are news-hungry. They will read about issues that concern local governance as well as U.S. headlines. Mornings in Dhaka will find you in streets lined with stacks over stacks of newspapers.



Sonargaon's crumbling buildings at the Painam Nagar district, remains of a tiny settlement on a narrow street, consisting of 50 dilapidated mansions built by Hindu merchants, who have since migrated to India to escape Hindu persecution during the war. Some people refer to it as a ghost city - buildings with no owners. It was eerie walking through the street. The deserted buildings later turned out to be occupied by squatters who live in derelict conditions: no electricity, no toilets, no water supply except for the river running beside these buildings.



Horse-drawn carriage at the back of the imposing Parliament Building, located at Sher-e Bangla Nagar area.



Auto-rickshaw: meter plus 20 takas. It is close to impossible for drivers to use their meters.


Next: Arriving at the Hazrat Shahjalal International Airport and Hotel Pacific: http://eye-in-the-blue-sky.blogspot.com/2010/09/dhaka-bound-anxious-plus-hazrat.html




Bangladeshi taka: They are beautifully and colorfully drawn, they sometimes looked like play money.