These people are not our enemies; they are human beings struggling through life in their culture. I dare say there are some things we could learn. Thank you for the beautiful images and reminding us that we can see God all around us, if we only open our eyes.
Life as an expat in a muslim county
and worn around the neck or in the hair for any celebration. The heavy
sweetness of burning “bahour,” frankincense and other natural
that tastes like Christmas in a cup and the refreshing sweet tang of
fresh lime juice on a hot day. The spiciness of fasoolia, a bean dish,
eaten with bread for a simple breakfast or dinner. Cramming into a
debab to travel through the city. The glow on a dark night from the
half-moon shaped stained-glass windows that arch over nearly every
each other in the garden.
Men in skirts-the traditional marwaz, something like a long kilt.
Thousands of white lights strung over the street outside the house of
children who pile inside the dumpsters to search for food while no one
bats an eyelash. Seeing more physical deformities in one year than I
because her husband is planning to take a second wife. Q – my best
friend here and her dreams – I have gotten to live nearly every dream
I’ve ever had, when I put my hand to a door, it usually opens – for
her, nearly every door of opportunity appears locked. Her teasing
thank you so much for sharing this. I’m leaving in 4 days to live/work/love in a muslim country. This post touched me deeply.
Some of the most diligent followers of Jesus I know are from Muslim nations. They always inspire me with their stories. They are real.
This is so beautiful!