We discovered at the gates to the Al-Aqsa Mosque that there is no such, “everyone welcome day.” The attendant who misinformed us the day before was curiously off duty. Again, I attempted and failed to walk through the entrance. I flashed a Pocket sized Koran. Still, no luck passing security.
This time Adam didn’t stop to reason with security, he continued through the entrance up the steps to the Dome of the Rock. I thought he was going site seeing without me. I was content to people watch, although the more I looked at the Dome of the Rock, my interest grew in seeing the inside. Hundreds of people walked in and out of the entrance while I stared at the souq shops from the top of the Al-Aqsa steps.
Fifteen minutes after Adam left me behind, guards, who had been watching me like a hawk, told me that I was free to enter. What, now you are going to let me in? How am I going to find Adam? I thought. Before I questioned the decision to let me in, I spotted Adam with a team of security on the steps leading to the Dome of the Rock.