Word: meccas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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About the time of his marriage, Khomeini made the devout Muslim's obligatory pilgrimage to Mecca. On his way back from Islam's holiest city, he got into a squabble with a group of Sunni Muslims in a Damascus mosque. In keeping with his own Shi'a tradition, Khomeini had placed a handful of earth on his prayer rug, and was preparing to put his forehead upon it. The Sunnis angrily objected to this practice, Khomeini deftly answered that it was wrong to place one's forehead directly on a rug, that one should be more...
...Friends). "To be an Indian, you must get into the red man's soul." Serge Parquet, 52, came all the way from Paris with his tepee; as "Chief Walking Bear" he is president of France's Le Cercle Peau-Rouge Huntka (Huntka Redskin Circle). "This is like Mecca to a Muslim," he told TIME Correspondent Lee Griggs. Special guests at this year's council were a group of authentic American Indians. Dave Bald Eagle, a full-blooded Cheyenne River Sioux from South Dakota was amazed at the expertise. He said: "These people know as much about...
...worldwide murder contract for the exiled monarch, several members of his family and his closest advisers. "Anyone who wants to assassinate these people," Khalkhali proclaimed, would be considered "an agent of the Islamic Revolutionary Court." The owner of an Iranian newspaper offered an all-expenses-paid pilgrimage to Mecca to anyone who killed the Shah...
Pyongyang is a mecca for every true son and daughter of the new socialist Korea, and red, appropriately, seems to be the city's favorite color. There is red in the paint freshly applied to the showcase capital, as well as in the cherry and plum trees that fill the parks and line the streets. "Oh, our Pyongyang," sings the chorus in one revolutionary opera. "Beautiful is the red socialist capital. With boundless joy we have come to the Pyongyang we have always longed for. Our leader is here in the revolutionary capital, which is the fountainhead...
Like nomadic pilgrims looking for their lost Mecca, folk followers never give up searching for their musical ideal. Humming Judy Collins' tunes under their breath, they turn desperately to FM radio and infrequent concerts, and on sunny days even perform strange rituals with guitars under the trees in the Yard and Cambridge Common. Initiates fervently insist the only true folk music is live folk music...