Those mosques, they kept appearing in my dreams. The blue tiles, the mirrors on the ceiling, the pillars that stood showcasing their symmetry proudly. I wanted to touch them, breathe the air inside, soak in their timeless beauty.
Itinerary:
Fly to Afghanistan. Visit the Mazar-e-Sharif. Stand there mesmerized while the mosque staggers me with its beauty. And forget about the war.
Fly to Iran. Visit the Nasir al-Mulk in Shiraz. Lose myself in the gorgeousness of the Pink Mosque. Slip into a wonderland of colors from the stained glass windows. Stare in awe.
Fly to Turkey. Visit the Sultanahmet. Witness the reassertion of the Ottoman empire. Blow sweet nothings in the air so that they carry it to the minarets. Watch the sunset.
All done. Tickets booked. Hotel reservations down. Only insurance left.
"Hmmm…Afghanistan, Iran and Turkey."
"Yes."
"Sorry, we can't insure you for a journey like that."
Itinerary:
Fly to Afghanistan. Visit the Mazar-e-Sharif. Stand there mesmerized while the mosque staggers me with its beauty. And forget about the war.
Fly to Iran. Visit the Nasir al-Mulk in Shiraz. Lose myself in the gorgeousness of the Pink Mosque. Slip into a wonderland of colors from the stained glass windows. Stare in awe.
Fly to Turkey. Visit the Sultanahmet. Witness the reassertion of the Ottoman empire. Blow sweet nothings in the air so that they carry it to the minarets. Watch the sunset.
All done. Tickets booked. Hotel reservations down. Only insurance left.
"Hmmm…Afghanistan, Iran and Turkey."
"Yes."
"Sorry, we can't insure you for a journey like that."
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