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To enter Afghanistan during the war with the Soviets required dressing like an Afghan and having an Afghan name. Najib-ullah, meaning pure of God, became my Afghan name. Then a quick trip to the tailor's shop set me up with the clothing. Unfortunately I was informed my clothes were too effeminate. The long shirt fell below my knee cap in Pakistani style. I  had to return and shorten the offending shirt to just above the knee. With a turban, sash, and dyed hair and eyebrows, I was ready  to enter Afghanistan.