And now I come to the sad state of Mirzabah. Amidst the rugged chimneys and pillars of the red desert stands a vast pillar of rock, carved by the erosion into a shape resembling a gigantic hammer. The rock's features aligned perfectly with the Zensunni concept of Mirzabah, the iron hammer with which the dead are beaten if they cannot reply satisfactorily to the questions they must answer before entering paradise.
This rock formation became an important pilgrimage site for the Zensunni and later the Fremen. They pondered eternity and the questions leading to paradise. The violence of the Sardaukar killed this ancient tradition.
The Kirab soon scuttled in. The holy site is now the Suk Alusus, a thieves’ market. I’m told that such a collection of scoundrels is held together by the tradition of “Market Peace”. Fighting, theft, and murder are forbidden within.
And so Mirzabah has passed on from being a holy site, ringing with the prayers of a free people, to den of thieves, a bazaar peddling what the destitute have stolen from the destitute.