Watan Kabob is a standout dining destination that excels in offering flavorful and well-portioned dishes, making it a top choice for fans of Afghani cuisine. The restaurant's diverse menu features popular items like chicken tikka, chapli kebab, lamb shank, and a variety of wraps and salads, all praised for their taste and quality. The fish dishes, fries, and rice are frequently highlighted as particularly delicious.
Customers appreciate the friendly and efficient staff, noting that the service is generally fast and attentive. The restaurant has a pleasant atmosphere, with a spacious dining area and a straightforward ordering process that includes menu pictures to help with selection. This feature is particularly valued by first-time visitors.
Affordable pricing and generous portions further enhance the appeal of Watan Kabob. The restaurant is also noted for its amenities, including a prayer space, making it a comfortable and welcoming place for all diners. Whether dining in or taking out, Watan Kabob consistently delivers on quality and taste, making it a must-visit location in Mississauga.
Thank you to my beloved friends @dirty-bosmer @aria-i-adagio and @ollifree for the tag! I hit a block with my main fic so I was idly adding to a couple of other WIPs, this one is from Seven Thousand Steps, featuring my dragonborn, for a change.
The beastblood ran hot and hungry. It turned her stomach, sharpening the edge of her shame into thin, reckless claws. That first time, that other time, Azadeh’s grief had cried out like a wounded child for her to be still. To shut the door behind the night without end, to curl into a patch of nothingness, to stop speaking or breathing or growing for the hope it’d take her back to when she was small and guiltless. She’d chased the eye of the storm for all the years since then, that fragile, short-lived peace concocted from so many potions of calm.
This time, the potions sat untouched. All she craved instead was the sweet silence of the hunt.
She spoke quietly, careful not to wake Ria, who was sleeping in fits and starts against her shoulder. “I’m cursed, aren’t I?”
“We all are.” Vilkas tipped his head back. His eyes were heavy, bloodshot. Fresh tears dampened his tired face.
Ria would agree, should she confess. Athis, who had stood by the pyre and whispered a prayer to Azura, would flinch away from them, if he knew. The secrets they kept were unfit among siblings. This much, Azadeh understood; she would have told Eleeda in a heartbeat if she could. She would have had Eleeda despise her sooner than have her betrayed.
Merciful Tava, when courage is asked of me, why do I always fall so short?
Selfish. She was being selfish again, falling apart and spiraling into herself when they needed her. They’d belonged to Kodlak the way the Firdaus had belonged to her father. And every vessel left so bereft needed a Captain.
She squeezed Vilkas’ hand. “You mustn’t carry this on your own. The fault–”
“Aye, I know whose sword it was that struck him down. It wasn’t yours, either, Azadeh.”
I wanted Aela to be safe. She wanted to say. I didn’t want her to be alone. Then the rest. The rest had been too easy.
But this was no time for justifications. Let them rot, bitter in her chest, tangled with the guilt she kept stowed away, growing like a living thing.
“I’d rather you blamed me than yourself, Shield-Brother. I’d take it readily. But I wasn’t going to suggest portioning blame at all. Not at this hour. There’s something you need to do so all of you can rest. When you know what it is, I’m at your back.”
She gently brushed Ria’s hair away from her forehead. Vilkas watched her for a moment, softening. “Take her to bed, if you will.” He said. “And then join us in the Underforge. There’s no rest for us till Kodlak gets his.”
For the longest time I was confused why people were saying Final Wonderland was the final part of the baika watan AU . Turns out I’ve been watching the wrong one because there are TWO ososan AU song series that use it