Image is Googled. It’s located in Nizamuddin area, the same area with Nizamuddin Tabligh markaz we ended up visiting earlier today after meeting the Tabligh man we met in Qutub minar. Yet, we recall Mr Bashir’s nephew Mubashir told us there are two significant religious places in Nizamuddin, and the one Mr Bashir goes is the ‘Sufi’ one. Either way, we didnt have any image in our mind what those two places look like, until today. Since the tabligh markaz was nothing like the images of photos I had googled on Nizamuddin before, so it became the “other” Nizamuddin place. Now we’re visiting the Nizamuddin Dargah with Mr Bashir, which is perfectly the complement of our Nizamuddin places-to-see.
The Nizamuddin Dargah, however, is totally, completely, a whole world different than Nizamuddin Tabligh markaz. We’re both surprised yet expecting the differences, anyhow. Visiting at night, it seems the good timing. Although the entrance to the place isn’t very tidy and clean (same goes for Nizammuddin markaz), we’re rather amused with the complex building’s architecture. It has long, narrow pathways like a maze leading to inside of building. Somehow the building complex looks like a mosque, complete with marble flooring. Although sadly, it seems to be places for many homeless people to have their life along the pathways.
We reach at the center of the complex, which is an open yard, which there’s located the monument of Nizamuddin Auliya’s tomb, significantly under a large dome. There are many people sitting scatteredly around, reciting verses and prayers, and in the corner, a number of men playing percussion with one singing something poetic, praising Nizamuddin Auliya. I’m not sure if today they’re having an event or it’s a daily routine, but for sure, we’re rather overwhelmed (read: shocked) seeing the environment. In fact, too overwhelmed that we forgot to take any photos of the night.
We instantly feel this has got to be more of their local custom than religion (afterall, I believe they’re Muslims, at least Mr Bashir is). For whatever reason, the ritual of praying inside the tomb seems obligated to them. Az went inside just for pay respect while Mr Bashir does his prayer, while I wait outside, just as many women do. And we’re told to step back while going out from the door (still facing at the tomb) instead of instantly turning our body/face away immediately, which is considered impolite to them.
After we’re done, we walked outside while Mr Bashir gave us explanation about Nizamuddin, who, according to local people, is a Sufi saint who lived back in the 13th century. He is believed to have been given some sort of miracle, and probably managed to connect directly to God.