the brothers near the shrine
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I left Quchan in the sunshine, and everything was swell.
Passed a big fat truck:
Passed a monument that looked like… me:
Somewhere along the way this gentleman stopped his tractor and asked me to take his picture, so I did:
There was laughter in the air and much singing of birds, and my forearms were soon red from the sun. It almost felt like a vacation.
I had noticed a rather large shrine on the map just a dozen kilometers from Quchan, so I went there first:
It was a shrine to Soltan Ebrahim, who was apparently a relative of the original Imams (though I’m not quite sure, and an internet search didn’t yield any results).
Anyway, people came there to pray and touch and kiss the shrine:
Others sat quietly, while yet others took selfies or peaked at the inside:
There was an old gentleman with a feather duster who seemed to be in charge of the place:
I was getting ready to leave and walk towards the next village when I ran into Vahid and Omid, two brothers who lived near the shrine:
“Lunch?” they asked, and I said yes.
They were super nice, and Omid, who was a talented landscape photographer, later took me through the fields behind the village:
Remember how there was a certain green lemonade back in Central Asia that I really liked? It was called Tarhun, and I had never figured out what it was made from. That was until today, when Omid’s mom prepared dinner and showed me an herb that she called tarhun:
I am pretty sure it was estragon.
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