Every Friday we were supposed to go to Jerusalem to visit my aunt or to my Grandfather's house. My father used to pray there every Friday. So to us it was like I must go to there. It grew on us and we got connected to it. I wasn't very attached to the holiness of the place. But it always meant something because the first one to die that I know of was my Grandmother, my mother's mother. She was buried behind a wall of the Dome of the Rock. So to me, you can't have it because my Grandmother is there. She is the closest thing to me. It is as if you are taking a part of me.

Historic photograph of the Dome of the Rock