Arabic at the Airport – one woman’s story (This is gorgeous!)

This is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read! (Holy Spirit, you are welcome to give me these Arabic-opportunities! Let the world be unified!) Please send this story along to friends! It is sure to bring delight and smiles to hearts and homes. 

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” 
Naomi Shihab Nye
 
 
 
From here

 

 

the Baghdad trip recipe: 99 people giving $40

I’m going to Baghdad this fall to meet leaders and deliver paintings to them; and to cast vision and prepare for my semi-move there next year. You can take part in this opportunity at this specific moment in history to see a nation flourish. Beyond the news, beyond the statistics, there is a beautiful nation full of amazing people in need of advocacy and courage on their behalf.  Will you believe with me for outrageous hope for Iraq?

From heaven’s perspective this is already a done deal, but here on earth I still need some money. Every bit matters, even one dollar is part of the fulfillment.

It is as easy as 99 people giving $40. So, if you think this is a beautiful, wonderful, blissful, historical moment in history for Iraq and you’d like to toss some happy agreement money in my direction, click the link below and easily give online. Goooo team!

Imagine a year from now: Baghdad is more stable, children are more free to play, more families picnic by the Tigris River, the Iraqi dinar is stronger, the Middle East is more peaceful, and YOU had a part in it! haha! THAT will be gorgeous!

Please share the opportunity to cheer for mothers, fathers, and children in Iraq by sharing the link below on facebook, twitter, your blog, your website, via email, and via word of mouth. Let’s stand together and champion the people of Iraq and the restoration of their dreams and their lives.

THANKS for believing in me and investing in HOPE for the Middle East! I love Baghdad SO much! One glimpse of the city or the mere mention of its name and my heart beats with the passion of a thousand hearts, a thousand happy, smitten hearts. Baghdad will flourish.

https://upsidedownbethlehem.wordpress.com/want-to-get-me-to-baghdad/

HOPE’s anthem, a song to get your hope-beat pitter-pattering faster: http://www.box.net/shared/6iaibkby45j5j4ym043b

And one of my favorite new songs, “Jesus, You Have Won Me,” go to minute 16:50

http://www.ibethel.tv/preview/1142/sunday-night-worship/2011/07/31

Jesus has already WON Iraq. He paid for it. And her heart is turning to Him. She’ll sing along very soon. : )

She’ll also sing along to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2pw3rJvif8&feature=related

Baghdad, THERE I come!!! (hee hee hee!)

Sometimes I feel I’ve been pregnant for 15 years. Other times I am sure of it.

The child is a vision, a passion, a calling. The vision is for the Middle East: to thrive, to be at peace, to be madly in love with the Savior.

Much of that vision centers on Iraq.

In 2001 I had a dream I was in one of Saddam Hussein’s former palaces in Iraq. I was leading a secret church meeting. I knew Saddam’s regime had fallen and he was dead. I knew it was a prophetic picture of a scene which would be fulfilled.

In 2003 Saddam’s regime fell. In 2006 he was killed. In 2008 I was told about a man named Canon Andrew White who was leading church meetings in one of Saddam’s former palaces, a mutual friend told him about me. We began emailing. On March 23, 2011 Andrew was in Redding and we had dinner. He invited me to work with him in Baghdad.

In 2012 I plan to semi-move to Baghdad to be part of rebuilding and transforming the nation.

For preparation and vision-casting, I’m going to visit Baghdad this November. I’ll spend 2 weeks in England and visit FRRME’s home office; then 2 weeks in Baghdad where I will get to know the land, the people at St George’s Church, the folks at FRRME’s medical clinic, the Tigris River. I will also deliver paintings to high-profile leaders in Iraq. 

To say I am excited would be to say the sun is handy or shoes are helpful for hiking; it is decidedly an understatement. Setting my feet upon Iraq is a moment I’ve burned for, lived for, prayed for with a zeal and a compassion that still electrifies my heart and beckons my soul. Iraq and I are a match made in heaven.

For my trip this fall I need $4,000.

If you’d like to contribute toward transforming this nation, do so here:

http://dawnrichardson.chipin.com/dawns-trip-to-baghdad                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

THANK YOU! / ! شكر

The Destiny of Islam in the End Times

“The hour has come for the Muslim people to see Jesus and know the Father. We as a Church must discern the times we are living in and hear the sound of Heaven. We must intercede for the Muslims like a mother would for her dying child. Some of us have walked away from Ishmael, just like his own mother did, because the condition of Ishmael seems so hopeless in many ways; but we must yield to the Spirit of God and pray that God will awaken the cry that is in the hearts of the Muslim people . . . God will hear the cry of the Muslim people in this hour. God named Ishmael before he was born, in His wisdom, because one day he knew there would be 1.6 billion Muslims in a spiritual wilderness. Church, get ready – an entire generation of Muslims is going to come into the Kingdom. I believe that all of a sudden, 800 million to 1 billion Muslims will enter the Kingdom of God.” 

(p 28-29)

I merrily, passionately, hopefully encourage you to let your compassion blaze for the Muslim world and READ THIS BOOK! It’s wonderful!

http://www.amazon.com/Destiny-Islam-End-Times/dp/076842593X