Tuesday was a great day. Last week while sitting in on the teachers meeting I agreed to be at the littlies center all day with Waheeba since none of the other teachers could. It was the last day of the holiday break and only about half of the boys were going to be there. Waheeba … Continue reading A heart-swelling kind of day.
Friday was Eid Al-Dahiyya. It’s an important Muslim holiday. Each family buys and sacrifices, butchers, prepares, and eats a sheep. So the last few days involved seeing lots of herds of sheep around waiting to be sold, hearing the bleating of sheep from the hooshes of neighbors, and seeing a couple of sheep being slaughtered … Continue reading A Breather
“Mash Allah” written on the front. Means “Go with God.” Written on nearly all the rickshaws, amjats, and buses. Up until the last few months rickshaws were my least favorite mode of transport here. Not just because the drivers are generally somewhat reckless or that I have seen many involved in accidents–mostly it’s because I … Continue reading On Rickshaws
This past week was excellent. Just a really wonderful week. But while I have had one of my best weeks in the desert it has weighed heavily on my heart the woes of some friends here. Unfortunately I must be very vague, but there are some ex-pat friends here that could really use your prayers. When … Continue reading Pray for Our Brothers
Sundays are usually a pretty long day for me. I leave the house at 8 for my lesson at language school. Then it is straight to the older boys center where I stay for the rest of the day. I usually don’t get home until 6 or 7. So I’m usually exhausted, especially because pretty … Continue reading A Typical Sunday
Eliza is a sweet girl about my age who teaches at the littlies center. For the last two weeks she’s been sick with Typhoid. When I went to the center last Tuesday eight of the other teachers and staff were about to leave to go visit her. In our culture you wouldn’t go as a big … Continue reading A Visit and Getting Home
Before director-lady left for the summer she took a bunch of the wire stuff the boys had made with her to sell. She also took with her two nice pictures that one of the oldest boys, “T”, had drawn. She got them framed then auctioned them off while she was home in the UK. After … Continue reading Well Deserved