Then it was to the Dhai din ka Jhopda, a monument made in those many days by a ruler called Quttubadin who also made the Qutb Minar in New Delhi. I was amazed to see men and women stroll freely through this monument made mostly of sandstone.
Our last stop was a rocky climb right at the top of a mountain overseeing the entire city called Taragrah. It was the seat of the great Rajput King Prithvi Raj Chauhan. He had fought the great Mohammad Gazni seventeen times and defeated him every time. This was his fort and he could oversee his subjects from the top. Also the quila, the fort was built at such a height so as to keep away invaders who come to invade the city. I walked through the Kwaja Sahib Dargha which was situated nearby. All the while, Raja was telling me about the bravery of Prithviraj “Sir he was finally killed by Gazni but they cheated otherwise it was impossible for them to defeat him. Then these people built a mosque here.” As I approached the mosque, a Muslim gent clad in a black shalwar approached me. He said his name was Shabir Khan and he said he'd seen my movies and recognised me. He decided to take me through the dargha and made sure that I got my blessings and also to pray for my father’s soul. “You see Anuj sir, never keep faith on human beings, you are bound to be cheated, only keep faith in the Upaarwala, the almighty!"
I kind of agreed, he then went on “You see, here was the stone that fell when the pir baba was praying, he fought the shaitan here and the stone stopped in mid-air”. He was very enthusiastic about these myths and folklore. I guess that is the only means of earning their living, especially near the mosque area.
Raja grew a bit uncomfortable and nudged me to move on “Arrey sir they just want you to spend more money. They are not following our Dharam and I do not believe in their dharam. After all, they defeated Prithvi Raj Chauhan by cheating.” I realised there were historical wounds here unhealed as he dragged me out. But not before Shabbir dragged me back to his shop for a cup of tea with his brother and a photograph with him. I was becoming the bone of contention between Hindus and Muslims I thought, just a tad worried! It was a very active day where I saw the Sufi Islamic faith up close and experienced the same peace here that I got at any other holy shrines and temples in my travels.
Originally posted on TikkusTravelthon.in