Iftar, American style, haha...pizza. Well, not just pizza, as you can see by the dates on othe table. There was also some delicious Turkish food. Our new friend.
Fatih and two of his triplet daughters that live across the street.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake To guide the future, as He has the past. Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.
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