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swanasource · 17 days

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We are the Islamic Society of Baltimore (ISB) a masiid (mosque) in the Baltimore Maryland area, USA. Follow us for Muslim content including the popular Asking Muslims series, local updates and event recaps, Islamic knowledge, and inspiration from our Scholars and Teachers.

“One year since this beautiful Eid - what are you wearing for Eid this year?”

#yemeni #somali #saudi #palestinian #kurdish #afghani #afghan

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maihonhassan · 3 months

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There is an Afghani Proverb;

"Dil ba dil ra dara"

"There is a telepathy between hearts."

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 6 months

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We don't need to have the same blood to be family

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #fuck israel #boycott israel #israel #Afghanistan #kin #brotherhood #unity #family #solidarity #frienship #pashto #pashtun #afghani

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khaperai · 3 months

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Streets of Kabul, 1966

#kabul #afghanistan #afghan people #photography #central asia #afghani #Qabul #own post #city scene

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secular-jew · 16 days

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This is not traditional dress....this is

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ledecorquejadore · 4 months

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Afghani

#afhganistan #afghani #woman

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icantseemyreflection · 2 months

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I'm celebrating Nowruz for the first time and would appreciate any advice or info on best ways to do it! Pls help me haha

#nowruz #persian new year #afghan #afghani #persian #afghan culture #afghan celebration #spring #new year

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joestvr · 5 months

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Salam tumblr qandolak LOL

as an Afghan how do you think Jotaro is at Afghan weddings? Do you think he’d like afghan music? would he like afghan culture? Eid?? Would he like certain cuisine?

I always think about Jotaro and me/reader getting married and its an afghan wedding. I wonder if he likes afghan things. Like I never can imagine him interacting with our culture.

I would love to celebrate Nowruz with him, it’s a really big thing in our family.

jotaro: i’m not going to another wedding with u wtf

y/n: chi migi bache sag badpadare nolat 🤬

ahahaha walaikum asalam bachesh - thanks for asking, i’m hell of missing afghan culture rn 🥲i might make a small part 2 with nowruz, but here is what i whipped up

How he is at weddings? He’d honestly prefer not to go to them, but he would do anything to make you stop whining after five minutes. He really doesn’t like them because of all the social interaction… and because he gets mistaken for Pashtun due to his height and eye color. He prefers to sit at a table near the corner, away from everybody else, smoking hookah while watching you attan your heart out on the dance floor.

“Jotaro! Please, Jotaroo!” You cried out one day after receiving news from your cousin that her cousin was getting married.

“You don’t even know this woman! She’s your cousin’s cousin!” Jotaro snapped back, making you whine even louder, your voice becoming even more high pitched.

“Fuuuck! Jotaro, pleaaase! It’s so lonely without you!” You nearly screamed, “Jotaro!”

“Alright! Alright. Why do I even bother with you?” He scoffed.

You giggled with excitement, getting your way as per usual. You went to an Indian clothing tailor the next day to get a nice, crisp, black kurta with a simple design for him to wear as per usual. It was always expensive because he’s quite literally 195 cm.

The whole ride to the venue, Jotaro is cursing you and himself for being dragged to yet another event with him, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white.

Your mother hums happily along with him, while you and your cousin gossip to each other in Farsi/Pashto.

“Watch out, Jotaro, there’s a lot of unmarried girls coming to this wedding today to hunt.” Your cousin said with a laugh, making you chuckle too.

“I won’t hesitate to slap a bitch if I need to.” You grinned and reached over to squeeze the nape of Jotaro’s neck playfully. He jerked feeling the cold of your gold rings and the sound of your bangles clanging together, then gave you a dirty look.

Upon arriving at the venue, he is showered with hugs and kisses by aunties and random women. He’s murmuring quiet “salam”s and trying to be respectful as they chirp in Farsi/Pashto to him.

You have to come to the rescue and let them know he’s not Afghan and your plus one for this event… which sparks a lot of gossip and nazar.

He’s not picky with food and will eat whatever is served. He thinks Afghan food is really good, and likes it when you cook for him (but still talks about his mom’s cooking a lot more, which makes you not want to cook for him.

He would really like Kabuli Pulao and grabs a mountain of it on his plate, but doesn’t really like eating it with yogurt until you force him to along with mantu.

After eating, they serve both sweet paan and naswar paan. He gets you under the premise that he got the sweet paan (even though he hates sweet things) when he really got the naswar paan. You’re pissed when you find out because you associate naswar with your father and old Afghan men and absolutely hate the smell of it.

He eats a few naswar paan and grabs a hookah, sits back, and relaxes while chain smoking. Some of your male cousins whom he’s familiar with come and go, greeting him as usual.

“Yo, Kujo.”

“Ay, Kujo.”

“What’s good, Kujo?”

A few of them who he’s cool with dab him up with a grin, which earns them a small smirk.

“How’re you treating my sis, Kujo?” Your cousin who’s more like a brother grins as he pats Jotaro’s back.

“Well enough. She’s a pain, though.” He scoffed and shook his head.

“Isn’t she?” Your cousin grinned. He sighed and shrugged.

“Oh, oh, there she goes. Mashallah!”

The music starts playing and you sprint to the dance floor to start your attan. You do a few spins borrowed from your skills in kathak and look at Jotaro, waving him over.

“Mashallah! She wants you to dance with her.” Your cousin laughs.

“No way in hell. You dance with her.” Jotaro scowls and takes a hit from the hookah, exhales a bunch of smoke, then grabs another naswar paan to try and calm down more.

“Hey, does she know you’re chewing paan with naswar? She won’t like it.” Your cousin said as he inhaled from the hookah.

“Don’t tell her, she’ll get mad and tell me I’m acting like her dad and call me naswarkhor.” Jotaro replied.

Your cousin crakced up. “Naswarkhor. Do you even know what that means?”

“I have a pretty good idea. Plus, I only chew naswar paan when she brings me to these events. It’s her fault.” He sighed.

Your cousin stood up and popped a naswar paan in his mouth. “‘Aight, I’ll see ya’ around. Let’s play poker some time, man.”

Jotaro nodded and did the adaab gesture (like in bollywood☠️). “Salam.”

“Walaikum assalam. Call me.” Your cousin grinned once more and ran off to the dance floor.

After four hours of watching you dance and make rounds talking to your friends and cousins, and avoiding khalas/ammas, Jotaro is already exhausted, and burnt out from all the hookah he's smoked.

He stands up and pulls you away from talking to your amma, pissed.

"It's been four--" He looks at his watch, "Almost five fucking hours, Y/N, I've had enough."

You frown. "Why?"

"I'm about to collapse. Let's go." He tugged at your arm.

"Bonesh! You're so rude." You frowned and pulled away from his grip.

"Well shit, I'm going to sit in my car and go to sleep." He turned to walk away.

"Fine! We can go." You said bitterly, then called out to your mother, "Madar?"

She looked at you and raised her eyebrow.

"Let's go, this idiot is tired already." You said to her in Farsi, and she laughed, standing up.

"Leave your father, he wants to play cards with his friends." She said and went outside with the two of you.

"Okay!"

"So be it." Jotaro murmurs as he sighs.

The car ride back home, Jotaro is again muttering to himself on how he even found this strange Afghan girl to be with him in the first place.

Overall, he likes the culture, and really likes the food because he's not a picky person. He only does all of the family events and stuff for you because he knows it amuses you to bring him and such.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #jotaro #kujo jotaro #jojos #jjba #jojo #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #ok #afghan #afghani #afghanistan #pashtun #farsiwaan #kabuli #real #tiffany answers

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random-xpressions · 6 months

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Nothing to beat the smell of freshly baked bread straight out of the tandoor ovens...

Random Xpressions

#afghani #naan #roti

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postcard-from-the-past · 26 days

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Village scene near Kabul, Afghanistan

Afghani vintage postcard

#vintage #tarjeta #kabul #afghani #briefkaart #postcard #photography #postal #carte postale #afghanistan #sepia #near #ephemera #historic #ansichtskarte #postkarte #scene #village #postkaart #photo

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swanasource · 13 days

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“We are the Islamic Society of Baltimore (ISB) a masjid (mosque) in the Baltimore Maryland area, USA. Follow us for Muslim content including the popular Asking Muslims series, local updates and event recaps, Islamic knowledge, and inspiration from our Scholars and Teachers.”

Eíd al Fitr fits, 2024 edition! Stay tuned for part 2 99 What did you wear for Eid? #Asking Muslims

#sudanese #sudani #afghan #afghani #palestinian #saudi #saudi arabian #yemeni #qatari

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mindymav420 · 2 years

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Do you have a favorite strain or strains of weed?

ahh that's such a tough question cuz there's so many good strains but.....

For chronic pain: Grape Lime Ricky and Blue Dream Haze

For motivation: Lemon Skunk and Afghani

For sleep: Rare Darkness and Northern Lights

Honorable mentions: Rug Burn OG, Member Berries, Sour Diesel, GMO Cookies, Granddaddy Purp

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 4 months

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I went to my grandma's house to give her this gift when she reads Quran.

She fled Afghanistan when the Soviet Russia invaded. And didn't come back home because of the damn Taliban.

She might be 80 years old. And when this Palestinian woman got killed by the evil Israeli Zionist. Something stirred inside of me. No human rights to Palestinians.