It beggars belief

Inside the Blue Mosque
Knelt on the floor, palms open, eyes closed, I hear a noise – a jangling of coins. I open my eyes to see an old man in a black robe about to throw a gold coin in my lap. When he sees my blue eyes, he takes a step back.
‘Islam” he asks? 
“No,” I reply.                                                                                                                                                
He puts his coin away.
I pull down the hood of my black Islamic robe, my dark hair falling loosely over my covered shoulders.      
‘English,” I say.      
“Money,” he replies.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
I look around at the beautiful blue dome of the mosque I have just paid to enter. ‘I have to pay to sit down?' I ask.
He smiles and looks at me with kind eyes. “You sit here,” he points to the back of the mosque where I have chosen to sit. “This is for the poor women.”                                                                                                                                                                                             
“Oh,” I say. I stand and smile.                                                                                                                   
He bids me good day. It seems that with my new dark hair and my black robe, I have just passed as an Islamic beggar!
A Hijab – a robe worn by Islamic women

I travelled to Jordan as a solo female. If you're looking to travel alone to Jordan, there's lots of advice to help you plan your trip on the Girl about the Globe website.

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