Once again, I caught myself staring out the windows at the never-ending mountains, clouds looming lower than their tips at points. This time, though, I noticed something else. I noticed the mosques, tucked into the villages sprawled in valleys between mountains or the villages crawling up the mountain sides. Their minarets distinctive, high enough above the town to be noticed, I’d catch them as soon as they appeared. Each town seemed to have at least two mosques (I wonder if it has anything to do with Sunni/Shi’a/Sufi factions), but some had three, four, maybe five. I thought to pull out my camera toward the end, maybe a bit too late to catch everything, but not too late to have something to share. All but one photo has a minaret in it. Subhan’Allah, :).