I would like to share what I see from my Ivory Tower every morning. Across the street is a mosque, quite plain, its minaret decorated with stars and moons, topped by a rusty, rather funky-looking pointed structure made out of metal strips. The corner outside the mosque is a taxi rank/bus stop with all forms of transportation stopping and endlessly ejecting a never-ending stream of passengers. Each van has a destination called out by a young man who hangs out of the door.
He looks full of mischief – I’m glad I’m not his teacher.
Her daughter is cute, usually dressed in primary colours.
Both have their book bags on their backs, waiting to be picked up for school. On the sidewalk, some men are preparing breakfast dishes to sell to those rushing to their place of work or opening their shops. Scrambled eggs drowned in a most delicious-looking tomato, onion and pepper sauce.
All scooped up with fresh hot bread - loaves that look like the snow-shoes of Laplanders (for those of you who have read stories of Santa and his reindeer).
Kalyan Minaret means a Big Tower, but it has another name - the Tower of Death, because in the Middle Ages criminals were thrown off the top of the minaret.
One of such legends says that in the ancient times there was a shakh. He was a bad ruler and spent all his time in pleasures.While dancing was never one of our fortes, it has turned out to be quite fun – I think more fun for those who watch us. It is believed that if one’s guests dance a lot at one’s wedding, they are enjoying it. The vodka and champagne (for ladies) helps move things along.Anyway, it this provides us with very good opportunities to make friends, practice our meager language skills and new dance moves.Old men scuttle from shop to shop holding five or six pots of hot steaming tea in one hand and a tray of cups and glasses in another, serving tea to, it seems, everyone in the street.So, as my Kabul wakes up to another dusty day, I see a blanket of colour, fabric, and movement unfold before my eyes – the sounds and smells draw me closer to a world I am not yet part of, yet long to be.Apparently it is quite prestigious to have a foreigner attend one’s wedding.