She turned back to the old man in the turban.

And I was not able to learn how to wind a turban.

For her also to see that without his turban, he looked different.

In addition she had a small black turban made to place on her head.

All she needed was a turban for her head to make the image complete.

An old man in a turban described trouble with his eyes.

No one in a turban, and both military men had disappeared.

Actually there's no easy way to identify him without his turban.

She'd been fifteen the first time she put on the turban.

"The first thing I did was take my turban off and throw it away."

He still has to learn how to wrap a turban.

I wound the turban around his head and then stood back to study the effect.

Then he walked over and tied a turban around my head.

"They are all Taliban who just took off their turbans."

He was dark, with a short turban, and had rough, hard hands.

Or was it simply the way in which the turbans were worn?

"Perhaps if one of your people will lend me a turban?"

Maybe we could stand up to that purple turban now.

When the time comes I will myself put my turban on your head."

The two men, except for the color of their turbans, were identical.

A middle-aged woman, wearing what looked like a turban, was looking out at the night.

He was that man with the turban who came here looking for you!"

The top of the fort is shaped like a Turban.

The old man grinned and pointed at his turban again.

I just threw on a robe and put my hair in a turban.