From there we walked into the Qods courtyard. We didn't bring a map so we planned on just wandering around. From there we saw a mosque entrance. Rowshan went in the men's side and I went in the women's side. I was surprised to see men there as well and that the area where a few people were praying wasn't segregated. The passage went through to a different courtyard and wasn't really an entrance into the main building. I went back out to the courtyard but there was no sign of Rowshan. I looked through the men's entrance and saw it led to a different courtyard directly across from where I was. I went through a passage to the side to try to walk around back. From there I ended up in the Jomhuri Courtyard. The quickest way to get to the courtyard behind seemed through a mosque which I supposed was the one Rowshan got into through the men's entrance.

I took off my shoes and joined the people walking in. Here things started getting really crowded. Everywhere there were chador clad women, reading the Koran, sitting, praying or walking through. I walked on and it got more and more crowded. There was a bit of a frenzied feeling in the air. I looked over to the men's side which was also crowded but didn't see Rowshan. The crowd got bigger and a bit pushier. There were women crying. Then I saw that I had bumbled into the inner sanctuary of the holy shrine, and had reached the zarih, the cage structure with a silver ornate jeweled top which housed the tomb of Reza, one of the holiest Islamic pilgrimage sites. Women were tearfully pushing towards the shrine. I made for the door. Non-Moslems are not allowed even into the courtyards surrounding the shrine and definitely not into it. I am technically a Moslem since I converted so our marriage would be considered legit in Iran. However, I'd be hard pressed to prove it since I speak almost no Farsi, don't know any Arabic prayers and don't know how to pray.

The only brush I had with authority was a mollah who noticed my hair sticking out and made a disapproving noise at which a feather duster woman (for some reason all the employees in the Haram carry colorful feather dusters) reprimanded me for having my hair showing. I pulled my scarf forward and my chador so it draped even farther over my face. I noticed a feather duster woman telling another woman to not hold her chador up so high to which she responded “Pardon” and let it drop to the ground.

I emerged into another ornate courtyard, the Azadi Courtyard, looked around quickly and not seeing Rowshan went back into the shrine and found a passage out to the back courtyard, the Engelab courtyard.

These inner courtyards are older and more attractive than the outer courtyards with lots of ornate tile work, mirrors, and gold. However, since you are supposed to be praying inside, I didn't feel comfortable really studying the designs. I decided to go back to the first courtyard because that was where Rowshan would look for me. Not wanting to push through the crowded shrine, I went back to the outer courtyard to try to walk to where we'd started. I was feeling very disoriented and kept peeking through arches to see if I recognized anything. Eventually I saw the yellow light posts near where we had entered and managed to get back to the Qods courtyard where I found a bench and waited with my chador pulled close feeling like a lost kid in a ghost costume.

Fortunately Rowshan showed up. He told me we hadn't needed to separate in the first place because, belatedly, he noticed a sign saying that the entrance I went through was a family entrance. This explained the presence of both men and women.

I said, “Enough of mosques. Lets go see the museum.”

The museum was full of school groups. There were artifacts, old zarihs from the shrine, gold panels with Imam Reza's name and other religious items. Upstairs were some galleries of shells, astronomical equipment (including some nice astrolabs), paintings, and more interestingly some beautiful contemporary miniatures including a fabulous one of swirling birds and fish called, “The 5th day of creation.” There were some ceramics, a model of the Haram. The museum was decent but crowded and loud.

We went back to the inner courtyards for a better look. Rowshan took photos with the cell phone. Cameras aren't allowed but everyone takes photos with their cell phones.

The camera ban has created a whole industry of photo studios which superimpose photos of people onto scenes of the interior of the Haram using Photoshop. All the streets going up to the Haram are filled with shops displaying bright colored framed options: Do you want a giant moonrise over the Haram? Your face fading into a purple sky? Everything is possible.

We wandered through town walking by a mosque or mausoleum called, “The Green Dome Monument” as well as more marching students. We visited a mausoleum North of the center, Boq'eh-ye Khajeh Rabi. At first we were about to dismiss it as the usual stuff, but then I caught a glimpse inside.

There were pretty Qajar frescoes covering the wall. So, we went in. The men's and women's sides were divided by a metal fence. Men prayed. Women mostly were sitting and reading (though some did pray). It made me wonder if places like this really serve as a refuge or escape for women from a chaotic or troubled home.

Back in the center we watched more groups of kids. The guys were having a blast running and yelling. As Rowshan was taking photos some young men said, “Why waste film on that? Take a picture of us instead.” We saw some “punk” looking guys walking the streets. Rowshan said they were probably break dancers.

I asked Rowshan if he had participated in the Students' day rallies when he was young. He replied that he was like the punk guys and blew it off, wandering the streets instead. Yay truancy!

We got chased off an overpass by a security guard for taking photos. Later, another guard dragged Rowshan over to an official who grilled him and checked all his photos making him delete a photo of a mollah talking on the phone. Rowshan said, “I'm learning photography so I take photos of everything. A mollah is a human being right?” The guard explained (after the photo was deleted), that he had nothing against Rowshan but since SOME people would do things like add horns to the photo and put it online he couldn't allow photos. Finally they let Rowshan go.

As the day progressed and the rallies went on and on, I suddenly felt saddened by it all. All this energy put into expressing hate. I silently watched the students go by. Then I noticed one kid tearing up his “Death to Israel” poster. I smiled and pointed him out to Rowshan. When he saw us watching, he raised the torn pieces over his head as his friend turned and flashed us a peace sign.