Scaling the Cliffs of Shahin al-Khalwati’s Khanqa

Khanqa of Shahin al-Khalwati, Cairo
Abandoned mosque and mausoleum of Shahin al-Khalwati, clinging to the cliffs on the outskirts of the Valley of Wretches

The jagged ruins of Shahin al-Khalwati’s khanqa (Sufi lodge) first caught my eye from Saladdin’s Citadel. On the hazy horizon to the south, its minaret juts from the cliffs of al-Muqattam like a knife. From miles away, the rest of the complex appears as one with the desolate ridge.

I was more than intrigued. It was a memorable adventure just reaching the foot of the cliffs, alighting at the highway far south of the Citadel, soon lost in a labyrinth of silent tombs, domed mausolea and eery, dust-covered courtyards. From the last of these, I was made to flee quite abruptly after waking a pack of ferocious dogs, but only after a bit of intel: as well as the dogs, the ruin was seemingly barred by the cemetery’s high brick wall. Even if the wall could be cleared, I wasn’t sure that a scramble to the ruins possible. It would certainly be a risky climb.

Shaheen al-Khalwati
Khanqa of Shahin al-Khalwati (Mosque-Mausoleum complex), Al-Muqattam

Still, I told myself in my slow but very high-adrenaline retreat that I’d soon be back. Near the highway, my pulse was still pounding when I reached an inhabited street, spotting two men on a roof. Remembering my recent luck with the pigeon people, I waved and pointed. They welcomed me up with a wave. From their perch atop their jerry-built high-rise they could see this whole southern stretch of Cairo‘s City of the Dead—Al Qarafa. When I asked if they see any tourists around here, they told me (to my deep satisfaction) that no, I was the first.

The serated outline of the ruins was still fresh in my mind when it popped up again that night in the Khan al-Khalili. I was there to peruse old postcards and faded prints in a crammed, vintage store. Striking as the site is, it set me aback to see the place featured in a photo at all—all but ignored as it is by Cairenes at large, driving right past it on the southern autostrad. Even more so, it was a small touch of detail in the card that impressed me: its two weathered domes were capped in green.

Hiding in Plain Sight

Years later, when searching for background on the web, my own stock photos had topped the scant results. Little was known, it would seem, beyond a major bullet points: the mosque-madrassa-mausoleum was built in the early 1500s by a Mamluk soldier, a favorite of Sultan Qaitbay (1468–96): Shahin al-Khalwati, an avid alchemist and a devotee of the Persian Khalwati order (from the Arabic term khalwa: withdrawal, ritual distancing from the world). Shahin, it’s said, ⁠spent his final years here, looking out over the city in self-imposed silence. ⁠

It was one of at least a pair of Khalwati khanqas or zawiyyas to spring up along Cairo’s fringes in the early Ottoman era, when actual power remained tied up in the centuries-old Mamluk order. The Khalwati, of course, were far from the only tariqa (order) to plant roots in the City of the Dead. The natural cul-de-sac beneath the cliffs where Shahin’s great ruin towers today, filled to the brim with graves, was known as Wadi al-Mustad’afin (‘Valley of Wretches,’ or, alternatively, ‘Valley of Those Vanquished by the Love of God’), luring recluses of various classes and stripes to draw nearer to God through dhikr (remembrance).

Qusun Minaret, City of the Dead, Cairo
Dusk in cemetery of al-Suyuti, part of Cairo's sprawling City of the Dead
Shahin al-Khalwati Ruins, Cairo
Mausoleum of Shahin al-Khalwati on the cliffs of Muqattam
City of the Dead, Cairo
Tombstones in the Valley of Wretches

Right at the foot of the cliff, one such order that survives holds the annual mawlid of a 13th-century saint and prolific poet (unknown to the West but considered among the greatest here, on par with Ibn ‘Arabi, Suhrawardi and al-Hallaj): `Umar Ibn al-Farid (1181–1235). Long before Shahin or the Khalwati, Ibn al-Farid, another non-Egyptian, refused Ayyubid offers of patronage in favor of a humble, secluded existence here, tucked against the rugged, southernmost edge of the so-called Valley of Wretches.

I’d just missed the mawlid of Ibn al-Farid on a visit in 2017, and again in 2018. A groundkeepers talked it up, a lively event though only attended by a few hundred devotees, marching through the City of the Dead to crowd the small courtyard of the poet’s shrine.

I’d also learned on one such failed visit, having arrived alone once again, that someone nearby kept a ladder, just long enough to scale the cliffs to the khanqa, but not, as it happened, on that day—’security’, a man explained with a shrug.

Third Time Lucky: The Ascent

My return in 2018 was in company, and thanks to a local friend, a little negotiation over tea (in the courtyard of the shrine of Ibn al-Farid, still strewn with signs of the previous week’s festivities) and one very long ladder (fetched within seconds of striking a deal, about 200 pounds), we’d soon cleared the wall and my pulse was pounding as each step pulled us higher over the cemetery floor.

Mausoleum of Ibn al-Farid, City of the Dead
Mausoleum of Ibn al-Farid and the City of the Dead

After clearing the entrance to the 500-year-old complex, the groundskeeper explained that we’d get ten minutes and only ten minutes, but yes: we could climb the minaret. He then warned not to point any cameras at the whitewashed al-Juyushi Mosque to the north, just past the similarly brilliant al-Lu’lu’a Mosque: a military zone. From the grim-looking watchtowers behind the barbed wire it was almost certain that we were all being watched at that moment.

I did my best to forget this fact as I hurried through the rubble to climb a bit further up the hill. Alone for a moment amid the wind, picking up in the darkening dusk, I was swept by the view from here—transformed since the time of Shahin, when large tracts still separated Fustat from the faded outline of Saladdin’s Citadel, rising like a mirage over the traffic-choked highway to the north.

There was just enough time left to take up the groundskeeper’s offer to spiral up the narrow steps of the pencil minaret, agreeing that we could feel it swaying ever so slightly with the wind. We hardly lingered at the top, but I did catch a glimpse of the graveyard dogs far below, stirring from sleep in the tomb-studded courtyards, the kings of the Valley of Wretches.

Back on solid ground again, I was met right away by the groundskeeper, who nodded to the northern gate and our imminent descent. It was clear that I’d need to return for another ten minutes. I hadn’t had nearly enough of Shahin al-Khalwati’s view.

Visitor at the Al-Khalwati Complex Minaret, Cairo
A visitor climbs through the abandoned site of the mausoleum of Shahin al-Khalwati, Cairo.
Shaheen al-Khalwati Ruins
Looking out from the ruined mausoleum of Shaheen al-Khalwati at Cairo and the City of the Dead
Al-Qarafa, Cairo
Dome of the shrine of Ibn al-Farid in the Valley of Wretches, City of the Dead
Tombstone in the Valley of Wretches, Egypt
Tombstone in the Valley of Wretches
City of the Dead from the complex of Shahin al-Khalwati
View from the mausoleum, much altered since Shahin al-Khalwati's day

*Update: Since my latest visit, I’ve noticed from afar that a (permanent?) wooden ramp now connects the hilltop ruins to the cemetery below. It’s possible that Shahin al-Khalwati’s khanqa has finally arrived on the map.

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