The term tandoor /tɑːnˈdʊər/ refers to a variety of ovens, the most commonly known is a cylindrical clay or metal oven used in cooking and baking. The tandoor is used for cooking in Southern, Central and Western Asia, as well as in the Caucasus.
The heat for a tandoor was traditionally generated by a charcoal or wood fire, burning within the tandoor itself, thus exposing the food to live-fire, radiant heat cooking, and hot-air, convection cooking, and smoking by the fat and food juices that drip on to the charcoal. Temperatures in a tandoor can approach 480 °C (900 °F), and it is common for tandoor ovens to remain lit for long periods to maintain the high cooking temperature. The tandoor design is something of a transitional form between a makeshift earth oven and the horizontal-plan masonry oven.
The word tonir is used in various languages like Dari words tandūr and tannūr; these are derived from very similar terms, viz. Persian tanūr (تنور), Armenian t’onir (Թոնիր), Arabic tannūr (تنّور), Hebrew (תנור) e.g. in Leviticus 2:4Turkish tandır, Uzbek tandir, Azeri təndir and Kurdish tendûr. However, according to Dehkhoda Persian Dictionary, the word originates from Akkadian tinûru "tin" means mud and nuro/nura means fire, and is mentioned as early as in the Akkadian Epic of Gilgames (as reflexed by Avestan tanûra and Pahlavi tanûr). As such, tandoor may have originated from Semitic. In Sanskrit, the tandoor was referred to as kandu. Tandoor’ is also said to have been derived from Persian word ‘Tannur’, derived from Babylonian word ‘tinuru’ based on Semitic word ‘nar’ meaning fire.
I wonder when this poison seed made a root and grew a
weed
I wonder when I taught my feet not to walk down certain
streets
I want to feel what I believe: that we are all the same
It’s not our houses, it’s our hearts 1000 miles apart
You stay there, and I'll stay here, into our corners we
disappear
And we don’t ever have to talk, 'cause you like hiphop
and I like rock
But sometimes thoughts hurt just as bad as striking
cheeks with hands
It’s less our homes and more our hearts 1000 miles apart
When will we have eyes to see?
When will we learn?
Will we ever have eyes to see
That from our colours we learn?
A change of heart, a change of tune, can we forgive each
other’s wounds?
Can we cut down this fence of weeds, and neighbors, close
as brothers, be?
Cannot love conquer even when we don’t look the same?