It is a small village in Damongo, only a stone throw from the Mole National park. This is a village of Islamic wonders, though it is a very, very, humble village.
But don’t be disappointed, this is the place a devout Moslem settled. He was called Ibrahim; an Arab, and lived by his spear. Wherever he went, he threw his spear and traced it in order to settle. When he reached the outskirts of the northern region of Ghana, he told Allah that wherever the spear leads, he will build a mosque and settle there for the rest of his life. He threw his spear and traced it, only to find it at the present Larabanga. But the spear landed on a hill, full of stones so a building could not be built there. He marked the place with a stone and this stone, no matter how the road workers tried when they were constructing the road to move it, will not budge. Take it away today and the next day, it will be where it was. Finally, they found it hanging on a very thin mud and realised that it was a miraculous site. Many have been there with many problems and have testified their deliverance. It is in short a holy ground. So they call the place the MYSTIC STONE.
The surrounding of the mystic stone:
So there it sits.
This is the stone. (it has been plastered because people were scraping the mud for miracles. That is what we were told)
We were all asked to pray for whatever we needed and I knelt in prayer.
There were offerings.
I met a very lively girl who told me she wanted to be a nurse and asked me to be her friend. I was shocked at the impeccable English coming from this little one, an intelligent being no doubt. Her name is Khadija. She reminded me of my childhood. I could play in the sand without my sandals and cared less about my appearance. Growing up is really tiresome.
Now let’s continue our story. Ibrahim stood at where the spear landed and threw his spear only for it to land in the same area. When he traced it, the foundation of the mosque had already been laid. He continued but every time he built, the next day, it will look more advanced in building than he left it previously.So he marked his work with some sticks but the next day, he will see that someone has built it higher, then he will continue until he left it by itself when it was getting to the end, only to find it complete in some few days. This was in 1421.
This is the end product of this historic mosque.
Surprisingly, even I must bow to enter its gate.
The children came to mama.
A little dialogue of sweets which actually landed me on the floor, a picture I will never share.
Our tour ended and we safely retreated into our vehicle for return. A journey I will never forget.