#afghan street food

[oneofthosecrazycatladies]

Hitler and the Nazi party took over Germany in 53 days. March 1st marks 41 days of the Trump administration. My hope for March is that the list you’re about to read won’t be the in-real-time evidence of America sliding further into autocracy.

Here we go again…

January 2025

February 2025

March 2025:

Trump has made English the official language of the country [x]

Trump pauses military aid to Ukraine [x]

Trump has imposed new tariffs on China and Canada and they have retaliated [x]

Linda McMahon has been confirmed as Secretary of Education [x]

The Department of Education has set up a witch-hunt for DEI in schools [x]

Trump has delayed his tariffs on the auto industry [x]

Trump suspends tariffs on Mexico [x]

ICE is now targeting migrant families who entered the US with their children [x]

Trump is threatening new tariffs on Canada, including 250% tariffs on dairy products [x]

The Department of Homeland Security is performing polygraph tests on employees [x]

Because of cuts to USAID, Afghan women who fled the Taliban might be forced to return [x]

The Department of Health and Human Services is offering all of their employees a $25,000 buyout [x]

Trump says he will double Canadian tariffs on steel and aluminum [x]

Trump administration has rebranded the CBP One app as the CBP Home app for migrants to self-deport [x]

Trump created a strategic crypto reserve [x]

The Department of Education is cutting nearly half its workforce [x]

The Department of Agriculture has cut $1 billion in funding to bring fresh food to schools [x]

The Trump administration is rolling back dozens of environmental protections and regulations [x]

The Senate passed the spending bill that had been passed by the Housw earlier this month [x]

Trump administration has shut down the media organization Voice of America [x]

The US is bombing Houthi targets in Yemen [x]

The EPA has dismissed a case against a chemical plant in Louisiana [x][x]

Trump has signed an executive order to dismantle the Department of Education [x]

Homeland Security is going after foreign-born academics and scholars [x]

Trump says the Small Business Administration will take over the oversight of federal student loans [x]

Trump administration has deported Venezuelan immigrants to El Salvador without due process [x]

NOAA is making cuts to weather data collection due to layoffs [x]

Trump stacks military academy boards with MAGA loyalists, including Michael Flynn and Charlie Kirk [x]

Trump tells the Attorney General to sanction lawyers who file lawsuits against his administration [x][x]

The IRS is going to share tax data with ICE to help them track down undocumented immigrants [x]

Trump signs executive order that requires proof of citizenship to vote [x][x]

Supreme Court upholds regulations on ghost guns [x]

An endangered sea turtle is stranded in Wales because of Trump’s funding freeze [x]

Federal appeals court maintains temporary block on Trump’s use of Alien Enemies Act for deportations [x]

Trump is imposing 25% tariffs on all automobiles brought into the US [x]

HHS has cut 10,000 employees [x]

A Tufts University graduate student from Turkey has been arrested by ICE agents who wore masks as they grabbed her off the street [x]

This happened in February but I didn’t learn about it until just now — Trump created a White House Faith Office [x][x]

Trump signed an executive order to control the Smithsonian [x][x][x]

Ohio has passed a bill coined the Higher Education Destruction Act by opponents. It bans all DEI from Ohio public universities, bans faculty from going on strike, and eliminates services to veterans and people with disabilities [x]

Trump has pardoned Trevor Milton [x]

Trump won’t rule out a third term [x] (that’s not allowed)

Miscellaneous News:

A federal judge has ruled against another one of Trump’s attempted firings. [x]

Federal workers are fighting back against DOGE cuts [x]

Musk had a closed-door meeting with Republican senators to cement DOGE cuts in law [x]

There was a heated exchange in the House over the misgendering of Sarah McBride [x]

House Republicans block a vote to end Trump’s tariffs [x]

A federal judge has ordered that thousands of federal employees be reinstated [x]

Trump says he wants to use the Justice Department to go after his political enemies [x]

A judge has blocked Trump’s transgender military ban [x]

Elon Musk is spending millions of dollars on a Wisconsin Supreme Court election [x]

Arlington National Cemetery has taken down information about female veterans and veterans of color from their website [x]

The person in charge of defending DOGE cuts is a social media fashion influencer [x]

A chorus of ladies wrote a song for Senator Thom Tillis (R-NC) [x]

The UK, Germany, and Nordic countries have all issued travel warnings about traveling to the US [x]

Columbia University has given in to Trump’s demands in order to restore federal funding [x]

Usha Vance and Mike Waltz, along with other US officials are planning to visit Greenland this week [x]

Trump administration accidentally sent secret war plans to the editor of a magazine [x]

Trump defends Mike Waltz who accidentally added a journalist to text chain about secret war plans [x]

The White House is seeking corporate sponsorships for its annual Easter Egg roll [x]

Florida is trying to loosen their child labor laws [x]

Ohio is trying to pass a bill to completely ban all DEI in public universities [x]

Alabama board defunds local library in first action under new book ban law [x]

Utah has banned fluoride in its drinking water [x] (I hope you like tooth decay)

JD Vance says Greenlanders want to join the US [x]

April 2025

This post is constantly being updated so if this comes across your dash, check OP’s blog to see the most up-to-date version.

Remember that you have a voice. Remember that Donald Trump and his spineless cronies want you to just give up and accept their control. REMEMBER: NO ONE CAN MAKE YOU FEEL INFERIOR WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT.

[wannab-urs]

Savior Complex

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader 

Summary: Javi wants to take care of you, but you won’t let him

Warnings: angst, brief not quite smut, horny thoughts, food mention, toxic relationship, reader is wearing a skirt but is otherwise undescribed, javi grabs you in a nonsexual way, arguing. WC: ~570

A/N: Written for @beskarandblasters Phoebe Bridgers Drabble Challenge

Javier Peña Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

He rolls the windows up against the onslaught of rain, but doesn’t put out his cigarette. He needs it, truly, with you riding shotgun. He doesn’t really know how he keeps ending up in this situation, tangled up in your mess, except that when you call he answers. 

Javi is trying to concentrate on driving, but your activities in the passenger seat are making it exceedingly difficult. The car veers slightly to the right as you take two of his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his sensitive fingertips. He nearly drops his cigarette trying to right the car. God your tongue feels good. He glances over at you to catch the sight of your pretty lips stretched over his fingers. His cock presses tightly against the zipper of his jeans. 

He pulls his hand free and tries to slip it under your skirt, but you stop him. You’re constantly riling him up just to push him away at the last moment. It’s a game for you, he thinks, and he hates it. But it makes it all that much better when you do let him in. 

He pulls up to his apartment and follows you up the stairs. Inside, he heads to the kitchen to get food and water for you. Other than the beers, he only has left over empanadas from the deli down the street and a bottle of mustard in his fridge. He reheats the empanadas so you have something warm to eat and sets them in front of you where you’ve curled up on his couch. 

You tell him you’re not hungry and he rolls his eyes. You refuse to let him take care of you – throwing every attempt back in his face – but you keep calling him to rescue you. He sighs and tells you he’s going to bed. He’s too tired to have a fucking pissing contest over you not eating his leftovers. He shuffles off to bed, hoping you’ll join him. 

–-

You don’t join him. You know he wants you to, but you just can’t tonight. You can feel a storm brewing, a fight that will threaten to burn down Javi’s government issued apartment. But that’ll be in the morning. Tonight, you wrap up in his afghan and curl up on the shag rug on the floor. 

You sleep well until your nightmares wake you screaming. Javi comes running in to help, to save you. But you don’t want him anywhere near you right now. He yells at you for not letting him help you. You scream back that you don’t need his fucking pity. You throw his afghan at him, stuff your feet back into your shoes and take off out the door. Javi chases you, grabs your arm and presses you up against a wall. 

You’re going to let me take care of you or you’re going to stop calling me for help. You don’t get to keep doing this to me. 

And he sounds so serious you nearly believe he’d stop answering your calls, but you both know that’s never actually going to happen. You kiss him instead of explaining why you’re like this. You crave him, his closeness, but you can never open up to him about the things you’ve been through, nor can you bear the burden of his secrets in return. 

He drags you back up to the apartment to take care of you the only way you’ll ever let him. 

[magpiepills]

Promises Broken

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Javier Pena x f! Reader, Javier pena x unnamed OC

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: what happens after you knock Javi up?

Warnings: SMUT, SENSITIVE TOPICS, DO NOT READ THIS IF IT MIGHT UPSET YOU. Abortion, drinking, smoking, PIV, oral- f receiving, fingering, mpreg, sad Javi, absolute nonsense. No editing no beta, nothing like that.

A word from the author: there’s no reason for this other than @schnarfer and I thinking it’s kinda funny. Thank you to the folks who read the original, Promises, Promises

Javier shifts uncomfortably in the metal folding chair. The tv plays quietly in the corner, some tv judge bangs a gavel, someone coughs, a telephone rings, a chair scrapes against the worn linoleum floor. These things irritate him. Everything irritates him. His back has a twinge and his tits are sore. You still don’t answer the phone and he wishes he hadn’t memorized your number.

He’s assigned a number at the front desk and when it is called he is handed a clipboard full of forms to fill out. He balances it on his knee and scowls, unable to let go of his irritation. He didn’t even want you anymore. He only kept calling because he hoped you might chip in on the abortion. He certainly wasn’t keeping it. Sure, for a moment he thought maybe he should. He thought of his parents, he thought of the future. But he was here, alone, and living in the present, so he had to do what he had to do.

He filled out the form, writing as neatly as he could. After a long wait in that damned chair he finally got called back. An exam, a litany of questions, a knowing look, and a package of pills that he tucked into his leather jacket along with a list of instructions.

Steve was waiting in the car across the street. The men didn’t speak until they were back on the other side of town.

“You want to get some lunch?”

Food was the last thing Javi wanted.

“Just drop me off, Steve. And let’s just keep this between us, alright?”

“Sure. Sure. I don’t know anything. Didn’t see you today.”

Javi softened, nodding as he got out of the car. “Thanks.”

Inside his apartment, he turned on the tv, switching channels until he found a channel playing reruns of Gunsmoke. It reminded him of home. He took his pill and settled back on the couch, afghan draped around his shoulders. same couch you’d fucked him on with a weary sigh, and tried to sleep. Matt Dillon never had these problems. He pitied himself, he slept fitfully, he took the next day off work, blaming a migraine.

The rest of the week passed, and Javi’s mood didn’t lift. He worked as long as he could, spending as much time away from the office as possible. Even if it wasn’t strictly necessary, he would sit in his Jeep with the window cracked, chain smoking and stewing, logging his time in thought as “surveillance.”

You’d used him. Almost made a mother of him, and you couldn’t even say goodbye. The hot tears that burnt his cheeks only pissed him off.

Javi needed a drink by the time he made it back to his apartment. He ate leftover take out, and added to the mountain on unwashed laundry beside the bed.

On Friday, Steve cornered him at his desk. “Connie wants to go out tonight,” he said, with a resignation that suggested the matter was settled.

“So take her out, you don’t need my permission,” Javi grumbled, annoyed at the invitation made out of what he assumed was pity. He didn’t want to be cheered up. He didn’t want to talk.

He thought he’d gotten his point across until a small and determined fist rapped on his door at 6:45.

Connie stood expectantly, purse on her shoulder, husband cowed just down the corridor.

“Come on. Zip up your pants. We’re going.”

Javi opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again and took his wallet from its spot on the counter and pocketed his keys, following behind his friend’s wife just as she knew he would.

The bar was smoky. Popular with locals and foreigners alike, the drinks were strong and the lights were dim and the music was loud enough that Javi found himself unable to think. He was happy for the break from his thoughts.

Steve and Connie tried to talk over the noise but little of what they said made it to his ears. Javi surveyed the crowd, recognizing a fair number of people, clocking a few of the prostitutes he knew, a few of his CIs, and among them, one pretty woman he’d never seen before. Pretty, short, brunette, smiling and dancing, and looking directly at him.

Javi ashed his cigarette and made a beeline toward her. It was an easy sell. He leaned close so she could hear him offer to buy her a drink from the bar or to make one much better back at his. He flashed his badge, and she took his hand, following him out into the night. In the cab on the way home, he kissed her, asked her if she wanted to come on his fingers or on his face first. She didn’t smell like you, though, didn’t kiss him like you did. She was great, but she wasn’t you. He tried to put you out of his mind.

He tried not to think about you when he sucked her clit hard, when he opened her with two thick fingers and when he guided her onto her knees and gripped the plush, tan flesh of her hips, burying his condom-wrapped cock deep in her pussy that didn’t quite fit him like yours did. He held back, not pounding her as hard or as fast as he would with you. He held her after she came on him with a pretty cry of his name, but the fun was over.

“I’ll call you,” Javi promised at the doorway as you gathered your purse and coat, leaving soon in the cab he called for you.

“No you won’t,” she laughed and kissed him goodbye.

Even if he knew she was right, the rejection stung a little, it hung in the air as he watched her climb into the yellow car. Regret crept up his neck.

Javi showered, body loose and tired under the hot water, he soaped himself, rinsed, and brushed his teeth. He put on the cleanest boxers he had left and turned out the lights.

Before he could get into his bed, before he could throw an old tshirt over the damp spot on his sheets, he heard another knock on his door.

“Fuck me.”

It was well after one in the morning, and if Steve was here to bust his balls over leaving early to get laid, he might deck him. His right hand was curled preemptively into a fist when he opened the door, but he quickly dropped it when he saw you, standing there, smiling, bottle of whiskey in your hand.

[calaisreno]

Days on End

Day 7 of MayPrompts2024

221 words / Prompt: Calm

Sometimes Sherlock doesn’t talk for days on end. John doesn’t mind.

The comfortable clatter of the surgery isn’t exactly stressful, but the constant need to put on a smile when he enters an examination room, to listen as a patient spools out their story at painful length, circling around the real issue— these things are stressful. The give and take with the staff, the constantly ringing telephone— why these should grate on him more than the eerie silence of the Afghan desert or the sudden thunder of artillery fire is a mystery.

He returns home to the flat, and Sherlock is still stretched out as he was when John left hours ago. Noise from the street is remote, muffled. Inside 221B might as well be an undiscovered tomb. It’s peaceful. 

“Thai?”

Sherlock hums. 

Food arrives; they eat without a word.

There are days when Sherlock paces and grumbles to himself and shouts. He walks across the furniture and throws things that are in his way. A pen goes flying in front of John’s face. A teacup lies broken on the floor. John might be annoyed at the chaos, weary of the clutter, but he’s never bored.

And after these small storms, there is the violin. John falls asleep at night to Tchaikovsky or Mendelssohn, and has no nightmares. 

Quiet is bliss.

@lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl @ninasnakie @friday411 @raina-at @meetinginsamarra

[lingshanhermit]

Lingshan Hermit: Bodhicitta is the Highest Level of Responsibility That Humans Can Possess

If you observe cats, you'll discover that they are creatures with a certain degree of responsibility. A mother cat will find food for her kittens, lick their fur and bottoms clean, and raise them until they can go out and find food on their own. She has a certain degree of responsibility towards the children she gives birth to. In fact, not just cats—you can see this degree of responsibility in many animals, from black rhinos to gorillas to emperor penguins to African fish eagles, they all have this sense of responsibility. Animals probably possess this responsibility because there is no Simone de Beauvoir or John Locke in their societies, so they know nothing about their rights, which allows them to maintain a basic sense of responsibility. What I've observed is that some people who claim to practice Vajrayana Buddhism actually have a sense of responsibility no greater than a cat's—many of them have about the same level of responsibility as a cat. Cats don't care about the situation of Afghan women's cricket players, don't care what speeches Macron has recently given in France, don't care about the sick dog on the street, and unless they're trying to get food from you, they don't really care much about humans either. I've met many people whose sense of responsibility is not much greater than a cat's—they only care about their own children and their lives, not about anyone else. They only want their children to have a good life, completely disregarding others. I see many such people claiming they have bodhicitta and are practicing Vajrayana dharma, about to become Buddhas soon, which I find extremely humorous.

If we were to rank human responsibility by levels, bodhicitta should be the highest level of responsibility that humans can possess, because you must take responsibility for the liberation of all sentient beings, design a path of liberation for all sentient beings, and teach them from A, B, C, 1, 2, 3 until they become Buddhas. Those who have truly taught students know how stubborn the human ego can be and understand what an arduous task this is. Therefore, bodhicitta is the highest level of responsibility that humans can possess. The cat-like responsibility should be considered the lowest level. This is the instinct of most living beings. But now there are many people in human society who have grown up in a culture where they are only responsible for themselves, and at most, they care about only two or three people. Some people even only care about themselves. They feel no responsibility towards others. They think how others live has nothing to do with them. So they completely disregard others. They only want themselves to live well. This trend of thought has intensified in recent decades, capturing the hearts of most people. A few days ago, I saw a video of a mother asking her son to pour her a glass of water, but the son refused, saying: "I'm not your servant, not your husband, not your father, so I have no obligation to help you pour water." This is truly a tragedy. Basically, this is the consequence of this trend of thought developed to its extreme. They don't have even the slightest sense of responsibility towards their own mothers. If you asked your cat to pour you a glass of water, I don't think it would refuse you. So, when this culture develops to its extreme, it will strangle all your humanity, leaving you without even that tiny bit of responsibility, turning you into the stupidest creature in history—even geese wouldn't be that foolish.

It should be noted that such a culture is diametrically opposed to the traditional culture that has existed in East Asian societies for thousands of years. In East Asian societies, there has always been a tradition of taking responsibility for the world, where traditional scholars believed that making the world better was their inherent responsibility. Today, this tradition has already declined in various Asian countries, and in today's world where individualism prevails and dominates everything, this tradition has long since become an object of mockery and ridicule for many people. Most people cannot see its value, let alone know what impact losing it will have on us. (In the north, you can see high school students taller than adults who need to be picked up after school. They can't cook, can't communicate, can't peel an apple by themselves, and can't even take the subway home on their own. This is what this selfish culture brings you.)

But regardless, it remains the tradition we should cherish most. Without this cultural tradition, your sense of responsibility will not exceed that of a cat. If you only have a cat's sense of responsibility, only caring about what happens within 100 square meters, you definitely cannot become a Buddha, cannot achieve liberation. Even if you practice Togal, it won't work. Even if your guru is a Buddha, it won't work. Even if you recite one hundred million Yamantaka mantras, it won't work. What's wonderful about this world is that those who shoulder the greatest responsibilities are always the luckiest people. The greater the responsibility they shoulder, the greater the support will be, and countless people will come to help them. That's how wonderful the world is. And how fair it is.

Written by Lingshan Hermit on March 7, 2025, first published on March 8, 2025.

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灵山居士：菩提心是人类所能拥有的最高级别的责任感

如果你去观察猫，你会发现猫是有某种程度责任感的生物。母猫会为小猫找食物，会为它舔舐毛发和屁股，会抚养它长大直到它能够自己出去找食。它对自己生的小孩是有某种程度的责任感的。事实上，不止是猫，你能在很多动物身上看到这种程度的责任感，从黑犀牛到大猩猩到帝企鹅再到非洲鱼鹰，他们都有这样的责任感。动物们之所以具有这样的责任感，大概是因为它们的社会里没有西蒙波娃、没有约翰·洛克，所以它们对于自己的权利一无所知，这让它们保有了基本的责任感。我看到的是，有些号称修金刚乘的人，他们的责任感其实并不大于猫，他们很多人的责任感和猫其实差不多。猫不会关心阿富汗女子板球运动员的处境，不会关心法国的马克龙最近发表了什么演说，不会关心街上正在生病的那条狗，除非它们要从你手里讨吃的否则它们其实也不太关心人类。我见过很多人，他们的责任感其实并不多于猫，他们只关心自己的子女和生活，不关心其他任何人。他们只想让子女过上好日子，完全不管别人。我看到很多这样的人说自己有菩提心，还在修金刚乘的法，马上就要成佛了，这让我倍感幽默。

如果我们把人类的责任感分级，菩提心应该是人类所能拥有的最高级别的责任感，因为你要负责一切众生的解脱，要为一切众生设计解脱之道，要从123A B C开始教起直到他们成佛。真正教过学生的人都知道人类的自我有多顽固，知道这是何等艰巨的任务。所以菩提心是人类所能具有的最高级别的责任感。而那种像猫一样的责任感应该是最低程度的。这是大多数生物的本能。但是现在人类社会有很多这样的人，他们成长在在一种只对自己负责的文化里，他们最多只会关心两三个人。有的人甚至只关心自己。他们对别人毫无责任感。他们觉得别人过的怎么样与自己无关。所以他们完全不管别人。只想自己过得好就行。这种思潮在最近这几十年里愈演愈烈��俘获了大多数人的心。前几天我看到一个视频，一个妈妈在让儿子给自己倒杯水，但是儿子拒绝了她，儿子说：“我不是你的仆人、不是你老公、不是你爸爸，所以没有义务帮你倒水。”这实在是个悲剧。基本上，这就是这种思潮发展到极致的后果。他们连对自己的母亲都没有丝毫的责任感。如果你让你的猫去给你倒杯水，我不认为它会拒绝你。所以，这种文化发展到极致就会绞杀你所有的人性，让你残存的那点责任感都荡然无存，它会让你变成有史以来最蠢的生物——连鹅都不会那么笨。

需要指出的是，这样的文化与东亚社会存在了几千年的传统文化截然相反。在东亚社会，自古以来就有以天下为己任的传统，传统的读书人认为让世界变得更好是自己天然的责任。现今这个传统在亚洲各国已然衰败，在个人主义横行且统御一切的今天，这种传统早已沦为很多人嘲讽和揶揄的对象。大多数人看不到它的价值，更不知道失去它对我们会有何等样的影响。（在北方，你能看到比成年人还高的高中生放学需要接送。他们不会做饭，不会沟通，不会自己削苹果，连自己坐地铁回家都不会。这就是这种自私文化所带给你的。）

但是无论如何，它依然是我们最该珍视的传统。缺乏这种文化传统，你的责任感不会高过一只猫。如果你只有猫的责任感，只关心100平米内发生的事，你肯定无法成佛、无法解脱。即便你是修托嘎的也不行。即便你的上师是佛也不行。即便你念了一亿大威德也不行。这个世界奇妙的是，那些肩负最大责任的人，总是最幸运的人。他们肩负的责任越大，助力也就会越大，会有无数人来帮助他，世界就是这么奇妙。也是如此公平。

灵山居士写于2025年3月7日，首发于2025年3月8日。

[bu1410]

Palermo - Italy

Hotel du Lac - Tunis

Hammamet - Tunisia

Costantine - Algeria

Fez - Morocco

Casablanca - Downtown

Typical Moroccan ''Grand Taxi

Benalmadena - Spain

Good evening TUMBLR - March 4th - 2024

From today , in order not to boring my 3 or 4 readers, I decided to alternate the writing of my work's experience, with holidays/vacation's adventures.

I hope that will make my writing less boring and more various.

Neverthekess, the overall title remains the same':

''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."

Ch. I - August 1975 - Italy - Tunisia – Algeria – Morocco – Spain – France – Italy.

So me and my ''partner in crime'' Gianluigi, we decided to make a Mediterramean circumnavigation: the Citroen DS19 purchased from by Mr. Proserpio, Gianluigi's uncle, for the modest sum of 300,000 lire (150 euros) we hope it will take us on a journey through six countries. The travel from Milan to Palermo was smoothly. It should be noted that the works on the Salerno – Reggio Calabria highway section (especially in the Lagonegro area) were already underway, and will continue for many years to come. Once in Palermo, we slept the night in a moribund AGIP Motel, an attempt by ENI (italian Hydrocarbur Giant) to provide Italy with a network of decent and not excessively expensive motels, obviously doomed to failure.

TUNISIA We board the ship to Tunis early in the morning and the got first surprise: on the ferry there is Mr. Mastelloni, a very popular Italian comedian at that time, of which no one ever really understood what he was, artistically speaking I mean. However, it was easy to understand: he was accompanied by a young ''blondy boy'' with blue eyes, similar to the main carachter of ''Death in Venice'' movie. As well as by two whiskey-coloured Afghan dogs, which were ''trendy'' at that time. We spent the night standing up, since we had a bridge ticket, so we slept little and badly on the sofas in the on-board bar. After docking in Tunis and disembarking, we understood that we were behind everyone at the customs check. A business card from the son of the Tunisian Minister of Industry, in Gianluigi's possession, comes to our aid (we have to deliver to this guy two sample chairs produced by G. Luigi's workshop for possible approval and export). As soon as the local policeman saw the business card, he immediately made us leave the queue, and in an instant, followed by the protests of the other passengers in the queue under the midday sun, we were outside the fence of Tunis port. We stay overnight at the Hotel du Lac, a building with the strange shape of an inverted pyramid: from the window of our room, on the 22nd floor, it was easy to see the sidewalk about 60 meters below: ''Let's hope that the building doesn't tip over this very night'' I told my friend. In the evening we take a tour of the old Medina, with dinner in a typical restaurant: large crevettes dish with a unique flavor at a price at which in Italy you would eat a sandwich on the street! For the rest, at the time, there was no nightlife, the clubs were all closed, in a sort of early lockdown. The following day, after having delivered the chairs to the Minister's son (followed by his exaggerated thanks) we left for Hammamet, where we would treat ourselves to a couple of days of relaxation before embarking on the journey to Algeria. And here I must make a premise: Tunisia in 1975 was a nation that was emerging from the long post-colonial period, and was governed by a Socialist regime. The ''Mediterranee hotel'', where we stayed, was a typical expression of this management: the various activities of the hotel - kitchen, rooms, swimming pool, beach -were managed by various cooperatives.

The result was simply disheartening. On the access staircase to the restaurant, in a glass showcase, the day's food was displayed: lunch with tomato-colored soup where 2 crevettes were floating - green salad with tomatoes, carrots, peppers and hard-boiled eggs. Two flies flew happily inside the box… and then there was nothing else…. In the hotel lobby we come in touch with a group of Italians from Abeille Insurance on a reward trip. The wife of one of them, a tall, large guy weighing at least 120 kg, takes us by the arms and, speaking in a low voice, she asked: - ''I saw that you have a car, right? - ''Yes, I answer cautiously… - - Well, the Lady continues – I ask you a favor, would you take my husband to eat in the city this evening? We are willing to pay for dinner for you too, there is no problem, please, we have been here for three days, my husband doesn't eat anything that is offered to us, and this morning when he got out of bed he almost fainted to the floor ……'' Well, the rumors spread at fast speed: attracted by the possibility of ''eating'' in the evening, 8 Italians found us and board our the Citroen before we can say anuthing! We choose the ''Barberousse restaurant''and we were threated with excellent grilled meat and local rosé wine – our guests had a sort of big binge, and all of them filled several take away containers. After the dinner, while wandering around the Medina of Hammamet, we understand the reason for Mr. Mastelloni's trip to Tunisia: some advert on the walls inform us that the 'Deuxieme Festival des Homosexuelles'' (the 2nd Homosexual Festival) was underway in a nightclub of the city!!! We were really astonished that in a Muslim country such kind of festival could take place. After a two-day stay where we also discover that around the hotel swimming pool yet another cooperative cooks excellent meat and fish brochette, we set off for Algeria.

ALGERIA The Tunisian state roads have good asphalt, and the journey was smooth till the border. The formalities at the Tunisian border post were completed in a few minutes. Then a couple of kilometers of ''No Man's Land'' took us to the Algeria border post.

The police shack was in very bad shape. The immigration policeman at first doesn't believe it was me on passport picture. (I had a mustache in the passport photo). Than he went back into the guard post box with both of our passports. After about twenty minutes, the Algerian policeman opened the shack's window and, shouting incomprehensible words in Arabic, literally throwed our passports at us! I stop Gianluigi from replying, I collect the passports and said ''merci Monsieur, au-revoir'' we finally left: certainly not a good welcome to Algeria!

Algeria is a land that is iconographically symbolized by deserts and dunes, but the region we pass through instead appears to us as a sort of ''African Switzerland''. Kabylia is mountainous and green and in the distance you can see numerous flocks of sheep and cows. The farms are bordered by well-maintained fences. We travelled quickly, and in the evening we arrived in Constantine. We pass impressed on the famous Sidi M'Cid: a 164 m long suspended bridge that crosses the Rhumel river in Constantine. It was opened to traffic in April 1912 and until 1929 it was the highest bridge in the world, standing at considerable height of 175 m. The next day we were traveling towards the North-West - at midday we have a quick lunch in white Algiers: its kasbah is still impressive but we had no intention of stopping there. And then away again, the roads were worse than the Tunisian ones; the asphalt is often full of potholes or completely missing. This is despite the country being a large oil producer, so asphalt should be available at very low cost. It was evening when we arrived in Sidi Bel Abbes and for the overnight stay we choose the pompous ''Intercontinental'' an old hotel built during the French occupation of the country. The rooms were dirty, sheets not washed since when? Bathrooms with taps from which a trickle of water flows slowly. The dinner, however, is a farce: - ''What are you offering for dinner''? - ''Des pates avec sardines'' (Spaghetti with sardines) - ''Et apres''? (And after''? - ''Des sardines'' (Sardines) - ''Chaude''………….(hot…) The next morning we literally escaped from the Intercontinental and pass through Tlemcen. From the main road it was possible to have a glimpse of the vineyards of the famous ''Coteux de Mascara'' rosé wine planted by the French. During the years of the civil war from 1991-1995, all the vineyards were removed. At the Western Algerian border we were lucky, and we crossed without problems. Further on, after the usual 2 kilometers of no man's land, at the Moroccan border post of Zouij Beghal a singular encounter: four Italians from Venice traveling in an Opel Rekord: - ''Where do you come from?'' we asked them

- From the Cape North'' - ''Cape North''? - Yes, we have few days holidays, and we promised ourselves to run from Padua to Cape North – than Morocco – Algeria – Tunisia – Italy. - ''Ahh….ok …''vaste programme''……. good continuation guys ….''

MOROCCO In the meantime, the Moroccan policeman kindly asked us to give a lift till the first village to an elderly lady that was carrieng a box containing four chickens. It is very common practice in Morocco, being asked to give a lift of stranded people. Once left the lady at the Attamiaas souk, our journey continued towards Oujda, the first important Moroccan city on the road to South-West. The route was very tormented, with ups and downs among the stony hills and sudden, very steep descents towards the ouadis and their unsafe bridges. We were crossing one of these bridges, where the road narrows sharply, when, about halfway through it, suddenly a blue Mercedes Grand Taxi enters the bridge from the opposite side!!! The Mercedes star on the hood of the car seems to get bigger and bigger as the taxi gets closer to us! In this situation - Gianluigi was driving - the only thing to do would be to stop and lean the car as much as possible against the balustrade of the bridge. Which - for inscrutable reasons - my friend didn't do! In fact I had the feeling that he speeds up in an (useless) attempt to reach the opposite end of the bridge before the Mercedes meet us! By then we understood that two cars cannot pass on the bridge at the same time, and we huddle closer and closer to the right parapet of the bridge, fearing the impact of the bodies at any moment! WHICH HAPPENED ! But… after a skid I believe due to the blow received on the side of the Citroen by the Mercedes, my friend managed to put the car back in the right direction!! We arrived on the other side of the Ouadi and we find ourselves at the first lay-by and we stop – for a moment we didn't had the strength to go down and check the damage to the car. In the meantime we realize that the blue taxi, far from stopping, has disappeared up the opposite slope. At this point Gianluigi took out a providential bottle of whiskey from the cardboard box, purchased on the ship between Palermo and Tunis! A couple of sips and we recover from the scare! It was needed!! Finally we got out of the car and realize that the end part of the left side of car's bodywork was missing! The impact with the Mercedes detached it. As we run back, and we see it lying in the middle of the bridge: it was a little battered, but once we returned to our car, we manage to put it back in his place: everything was resolved with a great scare and minor damage to the car, but it

could have gone much worse: the clash could have thrown us further down, onto the dry riverbed of the Ouadi and than perhaps I wouldn't be here to tell you about it…… After a couple of hours (and after a few further sips of whiskey because every now and then the memory of the narrow escape came back to us) we arrived in Fez.

Fez was founded under the rule of the Idrisids during the 8th-9th centuries AD. It initially consisted of two autonomous and competing settlements. Successive waves of mainly Arab immigrants from Ifriqiya (Tunisia) and al-Andalus (Spain/Portugal) in the early 9th century gave the nascent city its Arab character. After the fall of the Idrisid dynasty, other empires came and went until the 11th century, when the Almoravid sultan Yusuf ibn Tashfin united the two settlements in what is today the neighborhood of Fes el-Bali. Under Almoravid rule, the city gained a reputation for religious culture and mercantile activity. Fez reached its peak in the Marinid era (13th-15th centuries), regaining its status as a political capital. Numerous new madrasas and mosques were built, many of which survive today, while other structures were restored. These buildings are counted among the distinctive features of the Moorish and Moroccan. We stayed at the Moorish-style hotel les Merinides, where in the evening we had a delicious dinner of local dishes. The night was spectacular, the hotel stood on a hill and I cannot forget the view of the city lights, and of the sky illuminated by the full moon and a myriad of stars. The next day, unfortunately (in the sense that with hindsight we should/could have taken more advantage of the hospitality of Fez…) we left again for Casablanca, our final Moroccan destination. Yes, because August 15th was approaching, the date on which we had an appointment with the Mr. Proserpio in Benalmadena, on the Costa del Sol, Spain. Now my three readers need to consider an important factor: we are in 1975, so no cell phones, no computers etc and international calls between Morocco and Europe were very problematic. We arrived in Dar El Baida (Casablanca) and the problem arises of finding the Toubkal hotel (a structure we found in Morocco's tourist brochures). As soon as we arrive in the city, we notice a fruit and vegetable shop: I stopped, get out of the car and show off my French knowledge (I studied it in middle school, and my teacher would be proud of me…) I ask the greengrocer: - Excuse me Monsieur, the direction to go to the Toubkal hotel? - And he ''The Toubkal Hotel''? T'as dit l'Hotel Toubkal??? Ahh yes……Wait…. one minute……'' I saw returning from the shop with two very fat Maroccan women, together by bags and bags of fruit and vegetables. Whereupon the rear doors of the Citroen are opened, and everything - bundled women, vegetables, fruit is introduced into the car!! Then the greengrocer approaches the window and says to me:

''Elles save ou' est l'hotel Toubkal, elles vont vous donner la management''! Au revoir, M'salamah! '('They know where the Toubkal hotel is, they will give you the management''! Goodbye)

So we set off again, and at every crossroads I was asking: ou'? And the women: ''a droite - a gauche-tout droite'' (Where to go''? and the women ''To the right - to the left - go straight...''). We end up leaving the city, and it occurs to me that the Toubkal hotel is near the Place des Nations Unies, therefore in the city centre……. You should know that the Moroccans have established a scale of values of ''shrewdness'' of nationalities where obviously they are in first place - les Marocain sont de raquins (Moroccans are like sharks) and all the others are more or less imbeciles. According to this scale, the Japanese are considered the most badmouthed, followed by the Germans and the English - Italians and French are nationalities that should not be trusted too much… Well, when we now understood that we have been victims of a typical ''Moroccan'' scam, the women say ''ici ici'' (here...here) and tell us to stop - we were in a suburban street, and so we asked the women: So where is hotel Toubkal '' ? They get out of the car, look at each other perplexed and then at

'in unison, throwing their hands in the air in the typical Arab expression, they tell us: ''ça moi je ne sait pas…'' (This I dont know) and disappear with all their belongs! We than continued following the signs for Center Ville until we reached the aforementioned square and then finally, in a side street, the Toubkal hotel. We spent a couple of pleasant days in Casablanca, visiting mosques and the waterfront, eating exquisite Atlantic fish dishes and drinking excellent Moroccan wines (Rosé Boulaone – Red Guerrouane). We spent the evening at the (reconstructed) coffee shop from the famous movie ''Casablanca'' at the Hyatt hotel: waiters in period uniforms, delicious dishes, mint tea served in an exemplary manner.

And then we started the journey to Spain: Tangier (Tanja as the Moroccans call it) was the first stop over on the way back to North. While waiting for the ferry that will take us to Algeciras, across the Strait of Gibraltar, we stay in an old hotel, Les Almohades, directly on the seafront. In the evening we go out for a walk on the promenade, before dinner, and we were approached by a Moroccan guy who was dragging himself on homemade crutches. Like all Tangerois he was fluent in at least three foreign languages, and he offered us ''hierba, buena cossa……'' (hashish) and then kif, the ''smoke'' of Moroccan production. Gianluigi senses the deal (if he brings it to Spain he will be able to resell it at a good profit) and buys a couple of pieces.

''Good - says my friend - let's take him to the hotel and then go out for dinner'' But at this point the limping Moroccan changed register and becomes annoying - suddenly some friends of the guy materialize who - following our steps - sing and shout like:

''hierbaaaa…… hieerbaaaa los hombres tenern hierbaaaa…policia…policiaaaaa'' (Hashish......hashish.....this guys have hashish...). My friend immediately come up with a plan: ''Let's get to the first street, turn the corner and then start running uphill towards our hotel – we'll get rid of the ''stuff'' before entering the lobby. No sooner said than done, once we reach the corner we started running! The chasers understood the game, and started running too, always shouting! With a great surprise, looking back, we discovered that the limper has thrown his crutches to the ground and he was running like a new Usain Bolt!! We manage to maintain a certain advantage, and arrived near the hotel and Gianluigi throwed the package of stuff into a rubbish bin, as we enter the hotel. We went up to the room, and with the lights off we were looking down to the street: the pursuers have arrived, and after a meeting with their neighbors, they head to the rubbish bins, where they recovered the stuff! And then, not satisfied, they direct sneers at us towards the window where they suppose we are observing the scene of their triumph! It was like that Gianluigi's career as a ''smoke trafficker'' ended, before it even began.

Early in the morning we boarded one of the first ferries to Algericiras. After a quiet Strait of Gibartar crossing, and having traveled the 120 km that separate Algeciras from Benalmadena, we arrived at the residence where – supposingly – Mr. Proserpio & Family were waiting for us. We had managed to reserve an apartment for the entire month of August - the Proserpio family would stay there for 15 days, with Gianluigi and me for the rest of the month.

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The Wooden Sword

A Jewish folktale that has had many well made children's stories made. I hear It was born in the Jewish Communities of Afghanistan, but I'm not 100% clear on that. The story typically follows the Afghan King who suffers from insomnia and decides to go out into the kingdom and see how his people live. When he sees the poorest people living happily, he has a hard time understanding how they can be so happy without financial security. They, the Jewish family, claim they are sure God will help them find a way no matter what. So the king decides to challenge that by making earning money harder and harder for the Jewish family, only for them to impress him with their resilience and wit.

I found this version of the story from a religious education website. There are cues where audience interaction is encouraged from the children they are sharing this story with. Since I'm not presenting in such a way, I'll go a head and edit these ques out.

The Wooden Sword

Once, on a summer night in the country Afghanistan, the ruler Shah Abbis changed out of his fancy robes and left his palace dressed as a peasant to enjoy the evening air and to wander through the streets unnoticed. He walked and walked until he reached the poorest section at the edge of the town. He soon heard joyful singing coming from a dimly lit cottage. As he peered in the window he saw a man sitting at a table. He was eating and singing and giving thanks to God. The shah was astonished to see such a poor man in such good spirits and so he asked if he might come in as a guest.

After accepting food and drink the shah asked the man how he earned his living. "I am a poor Jew," he said. "I wander the streets and fix shoes, and in this way I earn enough money to buy all the food I need for one day."

"But what will happen to you when you are too old to work?" asked the shah.

"Oh, I do not have to worry about that," the man said happily. "God blesses me day by day, and I know that somehow there will always be enough."

The shah returned to his palace and took off his peasant disguise. He was determined to test the faith of this man. The next day he proclaimed: "No one is allowed to fix shoes for pay!"

When the Jew went to work, he was astonished to learn of the new law. "What is he going to do if he can't fix shoes and earn money?"

Here's what he did. He lifted his eyes to heaven and he prayed, "God, the Shah has made it against the law for me to fix shoes. But I know you will help me to find a new job." He looked around and saw some people carrying water. He decided that he too would become a water carrier.

The Jew carried water to and from the town well and sold it to people, for the rest of the day. And in that way he earned just enough money to buy food for one day.

The shah again disguised himself and returned to the man's house. He was very surprised to find the man again singing joyfully and eating. "How are you?" he asked upon entering. "I heard of the law and had to see how you had survived the day."

"God did not abandon me today," the Jew answered happily. "The shah closed one door, but God opened another to take its place. I am now a water carrier."

The shah took his leave again. He issued another proclamation: no one was to carry water for pay. Again the Jew wondered how he could earn money if it was against the law to carry water. But again he prayed and this time he saw that men were going into the forest to cut trees to sell for firewood. So he decided to cut trees and sell firewood also, and that's just what he did. And in that way he earned just enough money to buy food for one day."

Again the shah came in disguise and learned of the man's continued faith and good fortune. The next day, he issued a command that his soldiers stop all the woodcutters coming from the forests and bring them to the palace to work. He dressed them all as guards and gave them swords. He told them that they would not be paid until the end of the month.

The Jew was perplexed indeed, for he had no money for dinner that evening, and it would certainly be difficult to wait a whole month for his pay. But he trusted God. So he prayed and he prayed for an answer to his problem. How would he be able to buy food tomorrow, if he wouldn't be paid for a full month?

On the way home from the palace, while examining his sword and sheath, the Jew had a clever idea. He would make a sword out of wood, the same size as the shah's metal sword that would look just like it. Then he could sell the shah's sword. So he made a wooden sword and sold the real one and he had just enough money for food for a month!

The shah, in his peasant disguise again, was much surprised to find the Jew singing and eating that night. When he heard the Jew's story about the sword, he asked him, "What will you do if the shah finds out what you have done?"

"Oh, I do not worry about such things," the Jew replied. "Every day my life is filled with blessings from God. I know that somehow everything will come out all right."

The next day the shah ordered all the guards to report to the center of the city where there was to be an execution of a man who had stolen from the royal palace. All the guards came, including the ones who used to be woodcutters, and including the Jew. All the townspeople came to see.

The shah ordered his officer to call the Jew to come forth to cut off the man's head. "Do not ask this of me," the Jew cried. "I have never even killed a fly." The officer said that it was the order of the shah and he must obey or risk his own life.

The Jew asked for a few minutes to pray to God. Then he stood up in front of all of the townspeople and said out loud, "God, you know that I have never killed anyone in my whole life. Please, God, if this man is guilty, let my sword be so sharp as to kill him in a single blow. But if he is not guilty, let my sword turn to wood, as a sign of his innocence."

With all eyes on him, the Jew reached for his sword. He pulled it out of its sheath, and held it high. The crowd gasped, then clapped and cheered when they saw the wooden sword, for they thought a miracle had taken place.

The shah was delighted when he saw the wisdom of the Jew. He called him near. He told him that he had been the visitor those four preceding nights. "And now," he said, "I hope that you will come and stay with me in my palace and be my advisor, for I see that you are a man of wisdom and unwavering faith, and I have much to learn from you."

So the Jew went to live in the palace with the shah. If you went by there in the evenings, you would hear them singing.

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Hey! Where did you visit in Pakistan? I'm going to live in Turkey for a few months next year and I have family friends visiting Karachi at the same time.. they invited me to fly there to meet up with them (they're originally from Karachi so familiar and can show me around) so I was thinking about doing that + being solo there for a bit. But I'm not very familiar culturally, I'm in my mid 20s and female, and my family friends were happy to invite me but sort of perplexed by my wanting to and essentially said it would be really challenging for any US tourist. I've been India before and that point will have also lived in Morocco for a few months.. but they have me feeling hesitant about it.. just wondering what your experience was like

Hey! This trip I was in Karachi, Islamabad and Khyber Pakhtunkhwa near the Afghan border, but I've also done Lahore, Mohenja-daro, Balochistan and also to Wagah for the border ceremony! Gilgit and Hunza Valley are on my list. I lived in Karachi for several years and graduated high school there, and my parents still live and work there, so I'm very culturally competent and my listening comprehension for Urdu is, like, passable enough especially once I've been back in the country for a few days; all this to say, my experience there is definitely different than yours will be! If you have spent significant time in Muslim-majority countries like Turkey and Morocco, and also have been to India, I think you are more likely to have a comfortable time than most. You'll frankly probably land and think, yeah this feels like South Asia but Muslim, and you'll have a good grasp pretty much right away.

Many people will stare at you. Many people will talk about you openly. Many people will ask for pictures with you or take pictures of you WITHOUT asking (for the record, I say yes to women and children and no to men without women or children around, because men will touch you in ways I KNOW are culturally taboo while taking a photo). There's no queuing culture and can be a lot of shoving. Traffic will feel tremendously hazardous. There are not very many women out and about in most places, especially outside of cities. Pakistan is very poor and petty theft is very common. You have probably experienced all of these things before and will be totally fine! People are very genuinely excited to meet you and are hugely hospitable. It can be a lot of fun and a really wonderful experience depending on your own risk tolerance.

I will say, having lived there, there just isn't a ton to do in Karachi besides eat. It's a desert on the ocean. It's incredibly hot, it's dirty, it's infrastructure is old and during monsoon sewage washes back onto the street. It's not a tourist city at all. If your family friends live in Defense, it will feel wealthier and more westernized, and if they live in KDA or Clifton, it will feel a little less so.

In Karachi I would suggest: The Mohatta Palace Museum, Empress Market (for the bazaar experience), one of those good barbecue places on the beach, Jinnah's tomb, renting a beach hut on one of the semi-private beaches for a day (and riding a camel or convincing a performer to let you hold a mongoose), Javed Nihari and if you do absolutely no other street food (which will often make you sick tbf), you HAVE to go to Yusuf Kebab and get a bun kebab special.

In Karachi I would AVOID: going to the public beach. Do NOT do this, if your family friends are Pakistani they might not guess how bad it gets, but do NOT go to the public beach as a foreign woman. I have been three times and was sexually assaulted all three times, and have never had it happen to me anywhere else in Pakistan. You draw an immediate big crowd and it gets really dodgy.

As for solo traveling, I have solo traveled in Lahore and it was great! It's feels like a grand Mughal city, a beautiful blend of architecture, historical sites, good food, and juuust enough tourist infrastructure to be accessible. I stayed in a hostel and had an amazing time, never felt unsafe, and liked some of my roommates so much we went out together several times. Islamabad is beautiful and very safe (crawling with foreigners) but it doesn't feel like the rest of Pakistan at all, and it can be really expensive. It's the only place I would suggest going into the mountains as a solo traveler (The Monal is an amazing mountain top restaurant) although I hear Hunza Valley can be okay during tourist season. Mohenja-daro would be totally fine but I don't know if they're open since the flooding earlier this year. You could do Wagah as a day trip from Lahore but it's a big time suck and there's nothing to do besides the very short border ceremony. I would definitely NOT go to KPK or Balochistan as a solo female.

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In all serious, I think we are straight up missing an entire academic field and industry related to implementing stuff like this. The shadows of it exist in other fields, but not the focused research and consulting experts we need.

I think there should be experts who can spend a couple weeks investigating a neighborhood and interviewing the locals and conclude "According to the urban enrichment standards and practices manual, this neighborhood needs three new food vendors, at least one of which caters to the local Afghan community. The nearby pub needs better soundproofing, the bus stop needs a tree for shade, and this wall should be demolished so parents in this apartment complex can see their kids playing in the park from their homes. I also recommend one street music festival every two months for the next year to build community ties. In the long term I'll also suggest the city try and purchase a few ground floor units of the apartment complex, for rent to small businesses with preferential rates for a locally owned and operated pharmacy and a barber shop."

Just throw more cops at problem areas is so often the solution, but this stuff is complicated. The idea that simple solutions could be universally enough, let alone brute force simple solutions, is absurd. (The food truck impact in the tweets is amazing, but I'll bet you it wouldn't have the same impact everywhere. This stuff is super contextual.). This is absolutely something that formally studied and trained expertise could be helpful for.

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Afghanistan Independent Travel Guide (2025): Top Things to See, Know & Explore

Afghanistan, with its rich cultural heritage, ancient history, and awe-inspiring landscapes, is a captivating destination for independent travelers looking for something off the beaten path. Although travel to this region requires thorough preparation and caution, the experience can be immensely rewarding. From breathtaking mountain ranges to centuries-old cities, Afghanistan offers a unique journey into the heart of Central Asia.

Top Places to Visit in Afghanistan

Kabul – As the capital, Kabul is a dynamic blend of history and modern life. Explore the National Museum, Chicken Street market, and Babur's Gardens. Despite past turmoil, Kabul remains a cultural heartbeat of the country.

Bamyan Valley – Known for the now-destroyed Buddhas of Bamyan, this peaceful valley surrounded by cliffs and mountains offers a glimpse into Afghanistan's Buddhist past and is ideal for hiking and photography.

Band-e-Amir National Park – A collection of six crystal-clear lakes separated by natural dams made of travertine. It is a UNESCO-recognized park and an oasis of peace and beauty.

Herat – Famous for its impressive architecture and Islamic history, Herat boasts ancient minarets, the Herat Citadel, and beautifully tiled mosques.

Mazar-i-Sharif – Home to the resplendent Blue Mosque, Mazar-i-Sharif is also known for its vibrant celebration of Nowruz (Persian New Year) and friendly locals.

Panjshir Valley – This lush, green valley is a safe haven for nature lovers and history buffs, known for its role in Afghanistan's resistance movements and its stunning mountain scenery.

Independent Travel Tips

Visas & Entry Requirements: Always check the latest visa regulations through official government sources. Apply in advance and confirm entry points.

Local SIM cards: Available at airports and telecom shops in major cities. MTN and Roshan are the top providers.

Currency: Afghan Afghani (AFN). Most transactions are cash-based. Bring USD and exchange at local money changers.

Transport: Hiring a local driver or guide is the safest option. Public transport is limited and not advised for tourists.

Dress Code: Modest clothing is a must. Women should wear a headscarf and long-sleeved attire in public.

Safety Considerations

Traveling independently in Afghanistan demands constant situational awareness:

Stay updated with your home country’s travel advisory.

Avoid restricted zones and large public gatherings.

Connect with local tour operators or expat communities for real-time insights.

Register with your embassy on arrival.

Cultural Etiquette & Food

Always greet people politely. Men shake hands; physical contact between opposite genders is minimal.

Accept tea when offered—it’s a sign of hospitality.

Try local dishes like Kabuli Pulao, Mantu (dumplings), Bolani (stuffed bread), and Ashak (chive dumplings).

Refrain from taking photos of people, especially women, without consent.

Souvenirs to Bring Back

Carpets and Kilims: Afghanistan is renowned for its handmade rugs.

Jewelry: Traditional lapis lazuli and silver items.

Dry Fruits & Saffron: Locally grown and of premium quality.

Handicrafts: Wooden carvings, traditional clothing, and pottery.

Best Time to Visit

Spring (March to May): Comfortable weather, blooming landscapes, and cultural festivals.

Autumn (September to November): Clear skies and cool weather make it ideal for trekking and sightseeing.

Packing Essentials

Valid passport and visa copies

Modest clothing and sturdy footwear

Personal hygiene and medication

Power bank, universal adapter

Emergency contact list and travel insurance

Final Thoughts

Independent travel in Afghanistan is not without challenges, but it’s also incredibly enriching. The warmth of the Afghan people, the stunning landscapes, and the deep historical roots make it an unforgettable destination. While planning is crucial, the experiences you gain will be unlike any other journey.

To ensure your safety, comfort, and access to authentic cultural insights, consider local expertise. Companies like Afghan Logistics & Tours Pvt. Ltd. can help you plan a secure and memorable Afghan adventure.

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Why Naan Kabob is the Best Place for Families to Dine in Toronto

Dining out with kids doesn’t have to be stressful—it can be a delightful family experience! At Naan Kabob, we’ve perfected the art of making everyone at the table happy, from toddlers to adults. As one of the best places to eat in Toronto for families, we offer a warm ambiance, delicious Kids’ Meals, and authentic Afghan flavors that appeal to grown-ups. Whether it’s a casual dinner or a special treat, Naan Kabob is the go-to destination for families seeking more than just a meal. It’s a place to relax, connect, and create cherished memories together.

Meals Designed for Tiny Taste Buds

Kids deserve meals that are as special as they are. That’s why we’ve crafted a menu that balances taste, nutrition, and fun. Our Kids’ Meals are designed to please even the pickiest eaters while keeping parents happy with wholesome options.

Here’s what’s on the menu for your little ones:

Shami Kid’s Meal

A kid-sized portion of our flavorful shami kabob, paired with crispy fries, a refreshing mango smoothie, and apple slices.

Chicken Kid’s Meal

A kid-friendly portion of tender chicken kabob, served with crispy fries, a mango smoothie, and apple slices.

While the little ones enjoy their Kids’ Meals, adults can indulge in our wide range of authentic Afghan dishes. Whether you’re craving a perfectly grilled kabob, aromatic rice, or freshly baked naan, our menu offers something for everyone. Pair your meal with our signature mango smoothie for a refreshing twist, and you’ve got a dining experience to remember.

At Naan kabob, we bring families together over great food. As one of the best places to eat in Toronto, every dish is crafted with love, ensuring that no one leaves the table hungry or unsatisfied

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Toronto Halal Food: A Culinary Journey Through the City

Toronto is a city known for its diversity, and nowhere is that more evident than in its food scene. With a large Muslim population and a melting pot of cultures, Toronto offers an incredible array of halal food options that cater to every craving. Whether you're in the mood for Middle Eastern shawarma, South Asian biryani, or North American halal burgers, the city has something for everyone. If you’re a food lover searching for the best halal eateries, this guide will take you on a culinary journey through Best Bangladeshi restaurant in Toronto scene.

What is Halal Food?

Halal food adheres to Islamic dietary laws, meaning it is prepared according to guidelines outlined in the Quran. The term “halal” means “permissible” in Arabic, and it ensures that food is sourced, processed, and consumed in a manner that meets religious standards. This includes using halal-certified meat, avoiding alcohol, and ensuring that no cross-contamination occurs with non-halal ingredients.

Best Halal Food in Toronto

Toronto’s halal food options span across a variety of cuisines, making it a paradise for food lovers. Below are some of the best places to enjoy halal food in the city.

1. Middle Eastern Delights

Middle Eastern cuisine is one of the most popular halal options in Toronto. From juicy kebabs to mouth-watering shawarma, these restaurants never disappoint.

Paramount Fine Foods – A well-known restaurant offering delicious grilled meats, fresh pita, and authentic hummus.

Lazeez Shawarma – Famous for its flavorful chicken and beef shawarma wraps, rice platters, and crispy falafels.

Mandi Afandi – A hidden gem serving traditional Yemeni mandi, slow-cooked meat over fragrant rice.

2. South Asian Flavors

Toronto is home to a large South Asian community, which means plenty of delicious halal Indian and Pakistani food options.

Khaab Indian Cuisine – Offers an extensive menu of rich curries, biryanis, and tandoori dishes.

Lahore Tikka House – A favorite spot for authentic Pakistani barbecue, from seekh kebabs to butter chicken.

Biryani King – Known for serving some of the best Hyderabadi biryani in the city.

3. North American Favorites

If you're craving burgers, fried chicken, or classic comfort food, Toronto has several halal-friendly options.

The Burgernator – A must-visit for juicy halal burgers loaded with toppings.

ChickQueen – Toronto’s answer to halal fried chicken, with crispy and flavorful options.

Ronto’s – A halal diner serving everything from poutine to Philly cheesesteaks.

4. Asian and Fusion Cuisine

Asian flavors with halal options are also plentiful in Toronto.

Bamiyan Kabob – A go-to spot for Afghan cuisine, serving kabobs, bolani, and rice dishes.

Chatime (Halal-certified locations) – Offers halal bubble tea and desserts.

Gongfu Bao – Serves delicious halal bao buns with unique fillings.

Halal Food Trucks and Street Eats

Toronto’s street food culture has expanded to include numerous halal options. Food trucks like Mister Tasty, Big Moe’s Burgers, and Halal Guys bring the convenience of halal eats to the streets, perfect for a quick and tasty meal.

Halal Fine Dining in Toronto

For those looking for a more upscale experience, there are halal fine dining options available as well. Markham Station, Jacobs & Co. Steakhouse (halal options available upon request), and Benares offer a luxurious dining experience while adhering to halal standards.

Where to Find Halal Food in Toronto?

Finding halal food in Toronto is easier than ever. Many restaurants proudly display halal certification, and apps like Zabihah and Halal Now can help locate halal eateries in your area. Additionally, many grocery stores, such as Iqbal Halal Foods and Sultan’s Market, provide halal-certified meats and products for home cooking.

Conclusion

Toronto’s halal food scene is as vibrant and diverse as the city itself. Whether you're looking for a casual shawarma joint, a gourmet halal burger, or fine dining, there’s no shortage of options. With so many choices, exploring halal food in Toronto is a delicious adventure waiting to happen. Next time you're in the city, be sure to indulge in the amazing flavors Toronto has to offer!

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Full Day Old and New Delhi Tour by Private Taj Mahal tour Company

full-day private tour of Old and New Delhi by Private Taj Mahal Tour Company The past and present coexist peacefully in Delhi, the capital of India. This dynamic capital provides a varied cultural experience, from the ancient Mughal-era monuments in Old Delhi to the contemporary marvels of New Delhi. A comfortable, educational, and hassle-free trip to this intriguing city is guaranteed with a full-day private tour of Old and New Delhi.

Why Pick a Private Tour of Delhi for the Entire Day? With a customized schedule, opulent transportation, and a knowledgeable guide who offers in-depth insights into the history, culture, and architecture of the city, a private tour lets you experience Delhi at your own speed.

Advantages of a Private Tour of Delhi ✔ Adaptable schedule: Select the sights that most appeal to you. ✔ Comfortable travel: a private vehicle with air conditioning and a skilled driver. ✔ Knowledgeable local guide: Learn about Delhi's rich history and contemporary development. Enjoy fast-track access to major monuments and avoid the enormous lines. ✔ Genuine local experience: Explore Delhi's markets, street cuisine, and undiscovered attractions.

What Can You Expect from a Full-Day Tour of Delhi? 1. Morning Collection from Your Address In a luxurious, air-conditioned car, your private driver will pick you up from your hotel, the airport, or any other address you choose in Delhi, Noida, or Gurgaon. A thorough exploration of Old Delhi's historic beauty opens the tour.

Examining the Mughal Legacy in Old Delhi 2. The Mughal Marvel at Red Fort (Lal Qila) The Red Fort, an architectural wonder and UNESCO World Heritage Site, was the primary palace of the Mughal rulers. Discover its opulent gates, palaces, and verdant gardens.

📌 Hint: On Mondays, the Red Fort is closed.

3. Jama Masjid, the biggest mosque in India One of the biggest mosques in India, Jama Masjid, was constructed by Shah Jahan and is within a short drive from the Red Fort. For a stunning overview over Old Delhi, ascend to the top of the minaret.

4. Chandni Chowk: The Vibrant Marketplace Discover the bustle and allure of Delhi's busiest bazaar, Chandni Chowk. Take a cycle rickshaw through its winding alleys, which are lined with street food vendors, fabric businesses, and spice shops.

✔ Sample the delectable Jalebis at Old Famous Jalebi Wala or the well-known Paratha in Paranthe Wali Gali.

5. Raj Ghat: Mahatma Gandhi's Memorial Honor Mahatma Gandhi at Raj Ghat, a modest but impactful memorial made of black marble that marks the location of his cremation.

Examining the Modern Capital, New Delhi 6. India Gate: Honoring Troops See India Gate, a battle memorial dedicated to Indian troops. This famous landmark is the ideal location for a leisurely stroll and photography.

7. Rashtrapati Bhavan: The Presidential Residence Known for its expansive grounds and opulent colonial architecture, Rashtrapati Bhavan is the official residence of the President of India.

8. Rajpath & Parliament House Admire the magnificent architecture of Sansad Bhavan (Parliament House) and take a leisurely drive along Rajpath, which is flanked with imposing government buildings.

9. The Tomb of Humayun: A Mughal Wonder The Taj Mahal's design was influenced by the architectural masterpiece known as Humayun's Tomb, which is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

10. Lotus Temple: A Peace Symbol Explore the Lotus Temple, a Bahá'í House of Worship renowned for its tranquil atmosphere and distinctive lotus-shaped architecture.

📌 Hint: On Mondays, the Lotus Temple is closed.

11. The tallest brick minaret is Qutub Minar. Discover the 73-meter-tall Qutub Minar, a UNESCO-listed ancient landmark that features stunning Afghan architecture.

📌 Interesting Fact: Qutub Minar is the world's tallest brick minaret!

Enjoy Delhi's Culinary Delights During Your Lunch Break Savor a delectable lunch at a classy restaurant or sample real Delhi street cuisine at well-known locations. Among the well-liked dishes are:

✔ Butter Chicken: A traditional Delhi treat. ✔ A must-try North Indian meal is chole bhature. Savor the delectable flavors of Mughlai cuisine with our Biryani and Kebabs.

12. Examining the Local Markets in Delhi (Optional) Explore Delhi's top shopping districts if you have the time:

✔ Connaught Place: Contemporary cafes and shops. ✔ Dilli Haat: Handicrafts and keepsakes of culture. ✔ Khan Market: upscale stores and bookstores.

Drop-off in the evening Your private driver will drop you off at your hotel, the airport, or any other desired destination in Delhi following a full day of touring.

Duration of Tour: 8–10 hours Type of Tour: Private, Completely Personalized The Ideal Time to Go to Delhi The best time of year to go sightseeing is from October to March. ✔ April to June: Morning trips make it manageable despite the heat. ✔ Monsoon season, July through September, with verdant surroundings.

How Can I Pick the Greatest Private Tour Operator in Delhi? ✔ Reputation & Reviews: Examine Google and TripAdvisor ratings. ✔ Certified Guides: For in-depth expertise, choose certified experts. ✔ Tailored Packages: Seek out a business that provides adaptable schedules. ✔ Clear Pricing: Steer clear of unstated fees with all-inclusive plans.

In conclusion The ideal method to comfortably and easily visit India's capital and gain a thorough understanding of its rich history is to take a full-day Old and New Delhi trip. This journey offers an experience that will never be forgotten, from the magnificent Mughal monuments of Old Delhi to the colonial and contemporary attractions of New Delhi. A private Taj Mahal tour company guarantees a hassle-free and unforgettable trip by providing you with a bespoke itinerary, a professional guide, and luxurious transportation.

FAQ 1. What is the price of a private Delhi tour lasting the entire day? Depending on the package, services, and inclusions, prices might range from $50 to $200 per person.

2. How can one navigate Delhi most effectively? The most comfortable and effective way to see Delhi in a single day is in a private vehicle with a driver.

3. What attire is appropriate for a trip of Delhi? Put on comfy clothes and shoes. Bring a lightweight jacket in the cold.

4. Can I alter my private tour of Delhi? Indeed! Depending on your interests, you can include or omit attractions on a private trip.

5. Is it safe for tourists to visit Old Delhi? Old Delhi is busy and packed, but it is safe for visitors. Observe your guide's instructions and keep your possessions safe.

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HOLI CELEBRATION WITH GOLDEN TRIANGLE TOUR

The Golden Triangle Tour is one of the most popular tours in India, but our company, “India Historical Tours,” will give you the “HOLI CELEBRATION WITH GOLDEN TRIANGLE TOUR.”

Holi, “Festive of colors” people joyfully throw the coloured powders and water on eachother and eating sweets like Gujiyas and thandai and many more treats. It’s a Hindu vibrant festival celebrated in India, making the arrival of spring and celebrate the victory over the good over evil. It symbolizes the love, unity and the victory of righteousness.

In this, we’ll be lost in the joy and color of one of the most celebrated festivals of India, “HOLI,” which makes it a more memorable experience. This tour provides a glimpse into India’s rich cultural heritage, architectural marvels, and vibrant traditions.

Your journey will begin in Delhi; firstly, we will visit the India Gate (All India War Memorial), then the Red Fort, and lastly, Jama Masjid, along with the vibrant bazaars of Old Delhi. In the evening or at night, we’ll depart to Agra.

The next day, in the morning, our day will start with the joy and excitement of the festival of colours (Holi). We play with colours, dancing on the popular Bollywood songs, eating sweets like Gujiyas, Thandai, and other festive treats. Then we went to see the local market.

The next day, in the morning, we will visit the Taj Mahal for the sunrise view or shoot. Then we will visit Agra Fort and Itimad-ud-Daulah (Baby Taj).

The next day, depart to Jaipur via Abhaneri Stepwell (Chand Baori). After arrival and rest in Jaipur, visit the Hawa Mahal (Palace of Winds) and Jal Mahal (Palace of Water).

For your last moment souvenirs, you can visit the local markets and try some street foods.

This GOLDEN TRIANGLE TOUR WITH HOLI CELEBRATION, a guided tour, ensures you that you never forget that Holi celebration tour.

                       History of Delhi

Delhi, the capital of India and one of the oldest and most important cities, has served as the capital to various kingdoms and dynasties. The city was known as Indraprastha in the Mahabharata era. Since ancient to modern India, it remains as an important city, but its importance rises in the medieval period during the Delhi Sultanate, like Khilji, Tughlaqs, etc.

Qutub Minar (1193)

Qutub Minar (1193) was built during the reign of Iltutmish. It is 238 Feet Tallest brick minaret. The Minar also contains the Quwwat-ul-Islam Mosque, the first mosque built to be in India. The city flourished in the Mughal era and in the reigns of Akbar and Shahjahan. Buildings like the Red Fort (1648),Humayun Tomb (1565), Jama Masjid (1656), etc., are gifts from the Mughal emperor.

Red Fort (1648)

The Red Fort is a UNESCO World Heritage site, built by Shah Jahan and it’s so important that even in present times it is used for Independence Day and Republic Day events. The fort is made up of red sandstone, and various mosques, palaces, and gardens are situated inside the fort. This fort includes various features, including Diwan-i-aam, Diwan-e-khas, and Moti Masjid.

Chandni Chowk

The city is also home to Chandni Chowk, one of the oldest and busiest markets, and it is a hub of all kinds of goods, such as spices, jewellery, clothes, attires, street foods, books, and traditional sweets. Khari Baoli, Asia’s largest spice market, is situated here. This market offers a unique blend of Old and New Delhi.

India Gate (1931) Even during the British period, the city remained the capital of British India. India Gate (1931) and Parliament were constructed during this period. India Gate is actually a war memorial constructed as a tribute for soldiers who died during the First World War and the Afghan War.                                                History of Agra Agra is a smart city located in UP. Everyone is astonished by seeing the beauty of Agra city. There are 1.5 million people in Agra. This city was founded by ancestors of Lord Krishna 5000 years before. But the city became, in the time of the Mughals,. Shah Jahan was the richest individual king of India. He was the Elon Musk of India during that time.

Agra Fort (1573) All the kings & queens lived over here. Nobody lived at the Taj Mahal. The Agra Fort is grand & big. Ten thousand people lived inside the walls of Agra Fort. The size of Agra Fort is 95 acres of land. It is double the size of the Taj Mahal.

Itmad-ud-Daulah (1628) It is also called the Baby Taj. Many historians believe that the concept of the Taj Mahal is inspired by this tomb. But Shah Jahan does not give any credit to Itmad Daula for this inspiration. This monument was built six years before the Taj Mahal.

Taj Mahal (1653) This is the seventh wonder of the world. Mr. Bill Gates said that there are only two kinds of travelers in the world: those who have seen the Taj Mahal and those who have not seen the Taj Mahal. So in which category are you? The Taj Mahal looks very beautiful in sunrise and sunset.

Mehtab Bagh This garden was founded by the first Mughal invader, called Babur. He was the ancestor of Shajahan. Shajahan also used this garden to see the Taj Mahal during moonlight.

                                               History of Jaipur   Jaipur, capital of the Indian state of Rajasthan, also known as the Pink City, was founded by Maharaja Jai Singh in 1727. The city is known for its vibrant culture and stunning architecture. Many of these architectural structures are symbols of its royal heritage, such as Hawa Mahal, Amber Fort, Jantar Mantar, and City Palace.

Hawa Mahal (1799) Hawa Mahal (1799) was constructed by Maharaja Sawai Pratap Singh for royal women to observe street life without being seen. It is one of the most iconic landmarks of Jaipur. The palace contains 953 small windows.

Amber Fort (1592) Amber Fort (1592) was constructed by Raja Man Singh, and it served as the political centre of the Kachwaha Rajputs before the formation of Jaipur. The Fort contains majestic architectural works such as Sheesh Mahal and Ganesh Pol.

Jantar Mantar (1728) Jantar Mantar (1728) is an observatory built by Maharaja Jai Singh II. It contains a collection of astronomical instruments used to measure time, track stars, and study the movement of celestial bodies. It is also a UNESCO World Heritage site.

The Festival Of Holi is a vibrant and unforgettable way to experience India. From the Architectural wonders of these cities to the colourful celebration of Holi will make an wonderful experience.The bonfire ceremony known as Holika Dahan is celebrated the night before Holi. Next Day people celebrate this festival by splashing colours and water on each other and eating gujiyas and thandai. Every Indian kid waits for this festival due to its fun and celebration.

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Kathleen M. Gorman

Together, we celebrate the life of Kathy Gorman, who passed away peacefully in her sleep on November 24th, 2024.  Born on August 26, 1943, she was the second child of John and Sara Gorman’s nine children. 

Kathy was born in Kingston, PA and moved to Forty Fort at the age of eight.  She attended Forty Fort schools.  In high school, she enjoyed participating as a majorette in the Forty Fort High School Marching Band. Kathy was an outstanding swimmer actively involved in the sport of water ballet and synchronized swimming.  Throughout high school and college, she worked at the International Color Printing Company alongside many family members, helping print what we all loved and called the “comics”.

Kathy attended Misericordia College and graduated with her degree in Secretarial Science.  She moved to West Islip, Long Island, New York and began her teaching career at Lindenhurst Public School, Lindenhurst, NY.  She spent the next twenty-eight years at Deer Park High School in Deer Park, NY as a teacher.  She also served as chairman of the business department at Deer Park.  She continued her education and received her master’s degree in secondary education from Hofstra University and then a professional diploma in Educational Administration from Long Island University.  Kathy retired from teaching and moved to Ormond Beach, Florida and chose to resume her career in teaching at St. Brendan Catholic School in Ormond Beach.  Her dedication as a teacher enlightened young minds, and Kathy devoted her life to shaping these minds with wisdom, kindness and passion.  We honor her legacy for her devotion to education.

Kathy earned respect from her students, and they knew that everything she did for them was in their best interests.  Many of us have had a teacher that stands out in our lives.  We believe Kathy was that teacher.

Kathy brought joy and laughter into all of our lives.  Her love for entertaining, and her love for crocheting brought happiness to many.  It was a joy for her to show off the gift of her hand-made afghans that were given to many family members and friends.  Her love of and her ability to pull off an impromptu party was amazing!  She had a knack for calling you and inviting you for a bite to eat.  There was always the infamous pot of chili, famous chicken rice soup, and Sara Gorman’s recipe and brother Tom’s favorite - ham, waxed beans and potatoes - simmering on the stove.  She loved big gatherings of her friends while living in Florida and could plan a major celebration with only a day or two’s notice.  Her most notorious event was on Easter Sunday.  Kathy planned one of her usual gatherings with mounds of food she prepared.  There were unseen circumstances causing cancellations. Kathy, not wanting to waste the effort put into this wonderful meal, she packed everything into the trunk of her car and drove to the local fire department.  The squad had a delicious feast!  What better way to celebrate!  The “guys” even asked for one of her recipes.  Hooray for Kathy for making what could have been an unfortunate ending into a day of celebration for all. 

Kathy delighted in the videos of her grandchildren, Mady and Jack, and hearing about their many awards and adventures.  She looked forward to her children and grandchildren’s visits to Florida and enjoyed vacations and sharing time with them. 

This past year, Kathy made the decision to move back to Forty Fort to be closer to her family and friends on Myers Street with her two brothers just down the road.  Everyone hoped we could petition the town fathers and re-name it Gorman Lane.

Kathy is survived by her daughter Suzanne Gollhofer and Carlos, her son Rob Gollhofer and wife Leslie, grandchildren Jack and Mady, brothers and sisters – Judy LoTruglio (Peter), Mariel Batjiaka (Paul), Tom Gorman (Mary), Susan Quigley (Bob), Beth Harkins (Jim), Joan McCue (Jack), Margaret Weber (Jim), John Gorman (Susan), many nieces, nephews and so many more extended family including all of her canine friends from the neighborhood that she so enjoyed.  We also would like to acknowledge her special Florida friend, Scott Botka, who always offered a helping hand and friendship.

Family and friends are invited on Thursday, December 5th from 4 to 7 PM at Hugh B. Hughes & Son, Inc. Funeral Home, 1044 Wyoming Ave., Forty Fort.

Funeral will be held on Friday, December 6th at 10:30 AM at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church, 116 Hughes St., Swoyersville. Family and friends are asked to go directly to the Church.

If you would like, in lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Blue Chip Farm Animal Rescue, Dallas, PA (https://bcfanimalrefuge.org/donate/); 974 Lockville Rd., Dallas, PA 18612.