The Sultan’s Beautiful Young Daughter

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It was the same as every time when I started on a journey: there were worries, and there were preparations to be made. But I had to step out into the unknown at some point sooner or later.

So I did:

And on the way, I finally took a picture of that melon monument outside of the hotel:

melon monument

And then I was on the road:

road out of Sarakhs

At first it was a municipal road, with trees and businesses on both sides:

near Sarakhs

Then the trees disappeared and the businesses started having guard dogs:

guard dog

And then I was in the steppe again:

road

Actually sometimes it looked like a desert:

desert starts

I found a little lion and put it in my pocket:

lion

If Nang was gone, I would at least keep the lion.

I walked for a while like that. Traffic was scarce, there were not many people around. I listened to old Wu-Tang, which was good. I was starting to wonder where I would spend the night, which was bad:

desert plants

Then Faezeh and her husband appeared:

Faezeh

They gave me cake and apples. They were young and urban, they had smiles on their faces. It felt great.

The desert felt less scary after that:

dirt track into the desert

I walked into the sunset:

afternoon road

And when I finally came close to the village I was aiming for, I noticed that there were quite a few miserable-looking stray dogs around:

stray dog

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this.

Remember the little pavilions I told you about a few days earlier? Well, I finally figured out what they were for. It was the holy time of Ashura, when Shiites were commemorating (and mourning) the death of their third Imam Hussein, who had died in present-day Iraq in the 7th century. The pavilions were there so good deeds could be done, mostly by handing out tea and food to passers-by.

And guess what? I was a passer-by!

free soup

So I hung around for a while, had soup and took pictures of Imam Hussein on his horse:

Imam Hussein

The dudes wanted their picture taken, too, and they insisted on posing in front of Imam Hussein, which made it hard for some of them to smile on the photo:

dudes with Imam Hussein

I asked them if the village had a hotel, and they said I should go to the mosque. So I wandered on, and when I came to a little shop I again asked the men there if the village had a hotel:

dudes in Gombazli

And again they said I should go to the mosque.

I only had to cross the road:

Gombazli

And then I was there:

mosque of Gombazli

The people there somehow already knew that I was coming, and they didn’t ask any questions. I got a room for the Caboose, and I got a key to the upper part of the mosque. Then they showed me the washrooms, and then I was set for the night:

We took a picture together:

dudes from Gumbazli mosque

Then I went up to the place where I would spend the night. Only I wasn’t alone up there:

NA meeting

Half a dozen men were taking part in an NA meeting:

Narcotics Anonymous

Narcotics Anonymous. They apparently had substance problems, and they were here to talk about them. The meeting lasted about an hour or so, then they left, and I had the whole place to myself:

inside the mosque

I couldn’t find the off switch for the lights, so I unscrewed them. Then I collapsed. And that was that.



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