Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation – Mevlana Rumi
Orhan is visiting the Sheik Hacı Tomb and does this with full devotion. When we are outside he invites me to come and eat something with them. He is visiting his family that is also related to one of the men laying in the tomb. He is here with his wife and son. They live in Bruxelles but their French and Dutch is limited. At he home of their family chickpeas with little pieces of lamb are served. Also bread and yoghurt and green leaf salad which we eat with our hands out of the bowl. He randomly picks his card, after he read it he tells me his father was a Sufi, and showing an old photo of him to me. After making the photo he stows his card away in his wallet. But then he decides he wants my name on it, and the date too, so I had to add that.