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THE HOLY SOUL OF ISTANBUL

Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia, Basilica CisternTHE HOLY SOUL OF ISTANBUL The Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia and the Basilica Cistern: A Triangle of Peace

Triangle of Peace

 

The Holy Soul of Istanbul, a Triangle of Peace.

From the window of my hotel room, not far from Sultanahmet Square, I hear two melodies early in the morning. Distant seagulls and the call of the muezzins. Sitting by the window, sipping a Nescafé. 

I can’t wait to go outside and get myself lost in the city. A city with a holy soul that I want to discover; a triangle of peace that I want to delimit at my own pace. I leave the hotel and face the cold, cloudy morning. I’m looking for the Holy Soul of Istanbul.

Time goes by with a different rhythm. It is easy to feel. Once outside, my footsteps turn heavy, I want to take in every bit of my surroundings. Observe it, remember it and treasure it for ever. I lumber, my walk is slow. I don’t want to miss a sight, a sound, a smell. I walk for a while and head to the Hippodrome. The fragrance of roasted chestnuts punches my nostrils. The lights of the dawn fade, giving place to deep cloudy skies.

With a timid attitude I cross the gate. I am in the courtyard of the Blue Mosque. I face its immensity in awe, in wonder. They ask me to move to the side door, the one reserved for visitors. I feel awkward, different. I am aware that I do not belong to this place.

Even my jeans are too tight. I must wear a kind of home-made skirt to cover my Occident. I take off my boots and the cold tiles freeze my feet. Off I go, small as I feel, I falter through a tiny passage into the blue immensity of light.

 The Blue Mosqu

(Built from 1609-1616)

THE HOLY SOUL OF ISTANBUL The Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia and the Basilica Cistern: A Triangle of Peace

The Blue Mosque.

Sultan Ahmet Cammii is also known as the Blue Mosque due to the blue tiles that cover its walls. The tiles are more than 20.000 and have decorations of over fifty different kinds of tulips. There are five main domes and eight secondary ones. The minarets are six.

More than 200 stained glass windows let the light go inside. Blue and golden shades illuminate the interior paintings. Round low chandeliers are all over the prayer area helping lighten the mosque; even more on cloudy days.

After I shoot all the possible pictures, I feel compelled to take a deep breath and put the camera away. I don’ want to see it through a lens any more. I look up for the ceilings, the tiles, the inscriptions, the colors. I watch the walls, the carved woods, the magnificent mihrab.

I look around, I look down. The vast carpet under my feet. I wander, there is a spirit chasing me, mesmerizing me, covering me in holy silence. The colors remains impressed on my retina when I close my eyes. I now treasure within me the spiritual immensity of it all.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: The courtyard at the entrance of the Blue Mosque.

Courtyard.

 The Holy Soul of Istanbul: covering tight jeans to enter the mosque.

A long blue skirt for modesty, off the shoes and into the mosque.

THE HOLY SOUL OF ISTANBUL The Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia and the Basilica Cistern: A Triangle of Peace- Impressive blue shades of the ceilings, Blue Mosque

Impressive blue shades of the ceilings.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Area dedicated to prayer inside the Blue Mosque

Main area for prayer and big circular chandeliers.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: The beauty of the stained glass windows inside the Blue Mosque, Istanbul.

Stained glass windows allowing daylight to come in.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Golden inscriptions and decorations of the ceilings inside the Blue Mosque

Golden inscriptions and reddish shades of the ceilings.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: The beauty of its bluish tiles decorated with tulips

Blue tiles with tulips, that give the name to the mosque.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Impressive ceilings, massive columns, light and silence mix together inside the Blue Mosque,

Impressive ceilings, massive columns, light and silence mix together inside the Blue Mosque.

Hagia Sophia

(Built between 532-537)

The Holy Soul of Istanbul, Hagia Sophia- THE HOLY SOUL OF ISTANBUL The Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia and the Basilica Cistern: A Triangle of Peace

Hagia Sophia, originally: Shrine of the Holy Wisdom of God.

As I leave the Blue Mosque, I am hit buy a feeling of immediate regret. Nostalgia strikes within the second. I pass through its gates to reach Hagia Sophia and I already need to go back. See it all again.

In contrast with all the blue I am carrying with me, the reddish walls of the former Church of Sancta Sapientia. Ayasofya, as the Turkish call it. With a past of sufferings and constant change, this building was born as a patriarchal basilica and then turned into a mosque. Now, it is a secular museum.

My attention falls on the impressive dome. Grey against the even more grey skies of Istanbul. All four minarets differentiate from each other. I notice the absence of the perfect symmetry of architecture. Differences in style tell the story of its turbulent history. A suggestive Şadırvan (fountain), for ritual ablutions, gets on my way.

I cross the narthex and step over an ancient wood sill. I am inside, I am a minimal part of its history.

I do not see the dome from the inside, nor the paintings, nor the splendor. Eight wooden and leather green medallions with golden Arabic inscriptions force my head up. They are names: Allah and Muhammad. The caliphs Abu Bakr, Omar, Osman and Ali, and the two grandchildren of the Prophet.

Then I look down. On the floor, a square area with colored marble pieces. And the Omphalion, the exact spot where emperors were crowned. I’m in the center of the world.

Smells of ancient wood mix with the shine of golden ornaments. I feel an odour of sanctity. Utterly holy feelings. My mouth and eyes remain wide open as I gaze at the ceilings in full astonishment. And there I stand, wondering why on Earth it took me so long to make this trip. Inside a building that has changed the history of architecture. I had heard that assertion many times. Now I know it.

I ascend through an immemorial passage. A ramp that makes me reach the upper galleries. A mixture of faith and religions give me a sense of communion with my lack of faith. Leaving me in an atmosphere of silent introspection. I get a distant look of the ground floors and immensity hits me again.

Once again I look up. And down. Golds and greens dominate the scene depicting the magnificence of times long gone. The ceilings are still high. The medallions remain impressive. My soul cannot get back from the vastness of it all. It is infinity. How small we are in this Universe yet how boundless our legacy remains.

Hagia Sophia, a view of some of the minarets.The Holy Soul of Istanbul, minarets of Hagia Sophia

Hagia Sophia, a view of some of the minarets.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Hagia Sophia, Şadırvan (fountain), for ritual ablutions.

Şadırvan (fountain), for ritual ablutions.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Entering Hagia Sophia

Entering the immensity of the building.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Hagia Sophia, altar facing the Mecca and minbar

Hagia Sophia, altar facing the Mecca and minbar.

A word on the mosaics 

During the Latin rule, many of the gold mosaics underwent vandalism. Some earthquakes also affected them. Yet, it is possible to see some impressive mosaics in the upper gallery as well as on the ground floor.

Deësis (Entreaty)

Mosaic: Deësis.The Holy Soul of Istanbul, mosaics of Hagia Sophia

Mosaic: Deësis.

Experts agree this is the finest of all due to the human expressions on the faces and the tones. It depicts the Virgin and John the Baptist imploring mercy for humanity on Judgement Day.

Comnenus (Ruling family of the Byzantine empire)

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Mosaic in Hagia Sophia, Comnenus

Mosaic in Hagia Sophia, Comnenus

Here, the Virgin, in blue robes as in all Byzantine art tradition, holds the Child on her lap. One one side stands the Emperor John II Comnenus; on the other, the Empress Irene.

Apse

The Holy Soul of Istanbul, mosaic on the Apse in Hagia Sophia

Mosaic on the Apse in Hagia Sophia.

High above in the apse there is a mosaic of the Virgin and the Child. She is sitting on a throne with Jesus on here lap and her feet rest on a pedestal adorned with gems.

Mosaic on the South West Entrance

Mary and the two Emperors.The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Mosaic in Hagia Sophia Justinian and Constantine with the Virgin and the Child, Istanbul, Turkey

Mary and the two Emperors. Justinian and Constantine with the Virgin and the Child.

An impressive image of Mary the Virgin sitting on the throne with the Child Christ on her lap giving his blessings. On her left, Emperor Constantine with a model of the city. On her right, Emperor Justinian offering her the model of Hagia Sophia.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Ceilings of Hagia Sophia

Ceilings of Hagia Sophia.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Hagia Sophia from the upper gallery

Hagia Sophia from the upper gallery.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Medallions in Arabic, inside Hagia Sophia

Medallion with inscriptions in Arabic.

In the northern corner of the church, the crying column bears a hole big enough to insert a finger. A mysterious legend surrounds it, this is due to the water that used to come out of it. The miracle of the sweating column. I behave as any tourist and make a wish.

Walking out of the ancient doors, and stepping back into the modern present, the call to prayer takes me by surprise. I hold my breath. The Blue Mosque is calling. Hagia Sophia responds. A never-ending conversation, fascinating and full of thrill. I can stand right here for ages, right in the middle of battles, cultures and crossroads of religions. A metaphor of the city in itself.

Basilica Cistern

(6th century)

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Basilica Cistern

The mysterious reflections of the Basilica

I leave Hagia Sophia while the call for the prayer still echoes inside my mind. The weather outside is cold, it rains and it’s windy. I walk less than 150 meters, I stop for an elma çayı to heat up, the sweet taste of fresh apples helps me recover from emotion. Little do I know that the best is still to come.

Down the 52 steps slow and careful, I descend into a world of antique wonder with a hex atmosphere to it. As if a spell is about to be cast upon me. I am enchanted, delighted, in a parallel world of emotions.

Dimmed lights show me the way over a wooden platform on water. It’s easy to guess fish are swimming beneath, with little effort you can hear them. I pay even closer attention and I see the huge carps swimming in the darkness.

A soft music adds to the ambience. You are not on this Earth, you are inside Yerebatan Sarayı, the Sunken Palace. Yerebatan Sarnıcı, the Sunken Cistern. The biggest of the hundreds of ancient cisterns beneath the former Constantinople. It owes its name to the former basilica that once stood over it: the Stoa Basilica.

This underground refugee is chamber of allure. The lights adorning the columns make the surroundings look particularly warming. I stop several times during my way. My eyes strive to see it all and my soul needs to fill itself with the memory of the place.

It will long remain the most adored place in Istanbul for me. I would return to the city only to walk its passages again and again. Writing this piece still brings tears to my eyes. It still touches some inner cord and moves me.

Medusa column bases

I walk searching for the so desired Medusas. I have seen them so many times and in so many pictures, it is my obsession to stand next to them. In the northwest corner, almost at the end of the first part of the wooden passage, the bases of two columns appear in front of me. A crowd divides me from them. I struggle with my patience and wait. After flashes, phone pictures and mundane I-was-here-too portraits, flocks of tourists move on and I finally get a moment for myself. I can look closely, admire the greenish rusted color of the faces. Go back to my mythology recollections and think about their weird position: the Medusa will not harm you if you do not look at it straight, thus negating the power of the Gorgon’s gaze. Their origin is unknown and there is no evidence suggesting they had been column pedestals.

Medusas, one of them inverted, the other one sideways. Basilica Cistern, Istanbul

Medusas, one of them inverted, the other one sideways.

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Peacok-eyed column in Cistern Basilica

Peacok-eyed column in Cistern Basilica.

The Sunken Palace, the Sunken Cistern. Istanbul.

The Sunken Palace, the Sunken Cistern.

The path goes on for some more meters, I find a café and a souvenir shop, both full of artificial lights. Still inside, the magic vanishes. The stairs lead up and I do not look up. I want to keep the memory as it was. The deepest and most touching experience of this trip.

Beyond the magic of the trio

This morning visit leaves me in full bewilderment. I have lunch quickly, standing near the Galata Bridge and head for a more different afternoon. The heat and busy alleys of the bazaars, the forever crowded streets. Full of light, bright with color and with a whole different spirit. Later I will rest in the quietness of the swimming pool of my hotel. Closing my eyes, and feeling tired, but completely restored.

A spiritual journey in this city is a never-ending one. There is more to explore. Other shrines, temples and even synagogues populate Istanbul.

Yeni Cami (New Mosque)

New Mosque, Istanbul-

The New Mosque.

A beautiful mosque right next to the Galata Bridge. Ordered by the wife of Sultan Murad III, which construction began in 1597.

 Süleymaniye Camii (the Magnificent)

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Süleymaniye Camii

Süleymaniye Camii

The Süleymaniye Mosque is the second biggest mosque of this city. It remains one of the best-known and most pictured sights of Istanbul.

Büyük Mecidiye Camii

In the distance, the minarets of Ortaköy Camii next to the sea.

In the distance, the minarets of Ortaköy Camii next to the sea.

The Ortaköy Mosque (Grand Imperial Mosque of Sultan Abdülmecid) in Beşiktaş is at the waterside of the Ortaköy pier square, one of the most popular locations on the Bosphorus.

Saint Anthony of Padua

Saint Anthony, most important Catholic church of Istanbul.

Saint Anthony, most important Catholic church of Istanbul.

The church of Saint Anthony, in İstiklal Avenue. The locals know it as Sent Antuan, this basilica filled my eyes with tears. The largest Roman Catholic Church in the city, it has impressive interiors but what touched me most was the representation of the Holy Crib on the outside, made of the remaining personal objects of refugees drawn trying to reach safe shores.

Saint Mary Draperis

The Holy Soul of Istanbul: Saint Mary Draperis

Saint Mary Draperis.

Also on the same street,  this is one of the most ancient Roman Catholic parishes of Istanbul. Simple architecture yet beautiful.

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