The Last Family Living the Old Way in Afghanistan's Forgotten Mountains | Winter Cooking & Life

Pish pish pish Shake the door. You, too, are making me force my baby. To make it difficult for him. Still coal My dear, you can enter this ceremony. I had a chat with him. Will you look after the child? Hüseyin, my daughter is very beautiful. Give one to each bowl. I'm giving you the case. I usually give it to most of the bowls. Well done, Becerik. The children are also eating dinner. The children are eating too. What are these, huh? An open eyebrow frame for one day. Hüseyin is tired of something. Isn't it English speaking? What is your name? What happened? Did you eat your lunch? Health. Did I eat myself? Who did you eat? I've eaten so much. Everyone ate. Hadi. Have you eaten this? Yes. I'll do it. Only seven. That's it. The dust is my jewelry. The devil is a jeweler. It got dimmed. What's that? What's that? The dust is my jewelry. Flower, my flower, flower, my flower. Hold my heart, stroke my soul. What am I supposed to do with this? The dust is my jewelry. Not all of it exists. Low, low, low. Shhhhh. Bottom. The dust is my jewelry. Flower, my flower, flower, my flower. The dust is my jewelry. I'll slow it down a bit. I'm going to bleach this. Yes, sir. OK. I put it inside. I had placed it there. My ears are ringing. My birds are tired. It cracked from the ground. Come, the money to your mother. AI Let's eat. Let's eat. My hands are numb. I had placed it there. Let's eat. My hands are numb. Let's eat. I shot again. Eat. My fists are tired. Eat. He he. Sheep Yes, sheep. Sheep, old. Old, old. Children, children. From this side. Tea, tea. Alright. Come on, let's go. Start. Once again. My child. The mayor has also arrived. My child. Cavil cavil cavil. Welcome. This is your child too. This child is mine. Rabberek beignin. Your father on Monday... My father died on Monday. It didn't die. My child. I'll have the black coffee. Black coffee inside. Black coffee is inside here. Vaaaaaah! Enough!