Living Behind the Veil

I'm often asked what I wear in Afghanistan and what it's like to wear a veil. It's freedom. Freedom to have a bad hair day, freedom to arrange my chadar to conceal the curve of my breasts and backside, freedom to not be an expatriate for a little while. It means freedom to hide even on the street from the Afghan men's eyes which seem to strip me naked.
When I relax my shoulders and walk less purposefully, less confidently, my eyes downcast and covered by sunglasses, I pass for an Afghan woman. I hear the men whisper in Dari, "Is she a foreigner or local woman?" I chuckle but am silent. On the street, I'm also a free target....freely exposed to groping, sexual innuendos whispered to me as a man bicycles by, free to have stones thrown at me, freely seen as no one's wife, daughter, sister, mother, friend, or boss. I step inside my gate, and remove my chapan and chadar. Now I'm someone's boss, motherhood returns to me as little steps run to greet me, and I receive a kiss from my adoring husband. Now I'm free to his loving and gentle eyes which know and enjoy my curves, free to once again be under the protective umbrella of being a wife, mother, friend, colleague, boss, niece, sister, daughter, woman.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

A Dying Man's Last Words - 3 Audio/Power Point Recordings from Croatia

Finally!  I've been able to upload three presentations on John 17 which I made in Dubrovnik, Croatia in April of 2017.  It is an audio recording with the power point presentation included!

Go to "Teaching" page and check out the very first listing A Dying Man's Last Words for the three-part series; or, click on the links below!

What Jesus is Praying for Us: 
Part 1 Appeal to Intimacy with Him
Part 2 Petition for Oneness in Action
Part 3 Request for Protection in the Battle


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