- First, My cooking teaching brought me food and prayed for me while I was sick. She is a Muslim so I did not understand what she was praying and she kept blowing on my head. In my broken Urdu I tried to ask what was the reason for blowing on me. I did not get the answer to my question until Wednesday evening.
- We went to an Ash Wednesday service. In the beginning of the service Z and I fumbled through the hymnal trying to figure it out...When the pastor got up to preach we were relieved to not have to deal with the hymnal anymore. Then we tried very hard to listen to an hour long sermon the language here. At the end of the service something very interesting happened that had us scratching our heads...after the offering was taken up the pastor turned and faced the big brass cross behind him, held up the offering plates to the cross and began to pray.
- My cooking teacher came back with her son and daughter to check on my condition. She saw that I was doing much better and was pleased that her prayers worked...I then got down to the bottom of why she was blowing on me. She believed that I was sick because of the evil eye...thus she had to blow the evil eye away.
What I really need to be pondering is what I am going to fast from for Lent. I am thinking about fasting from Chai...mainly because I am absolutely addicted to the stuff. Poor Z I don't know if he will be able to handle me on Chai withdrawals.
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