I Miss You Too Much
July 3rd, 2008Last weekend I spent the evening with a friend and her parents, a lovely couple who have recently retired from work, but certainly not from life.
We talked about terrorism, and the fear that has touched the heart of so many of our world’s citizens, Americans in particular. Because I have lived overseas for nearly seven years, my view of the world is quite different from theirs. I see terrorism as not a single religious issue, but one that has been practiced worldwide by followers of nearly every religious group.
They asked me about my experiences living in a predominately Muslim country and if I am afraid of Muslims. I laughed and cried inside, not at them, but at fear that would make anyone afraid of millions of people. Rather than argue a point that many can not hear, I told them a story that reflects my personal experience with Muslims from every strata of society.
I left Egypt in the wee hours of the morning. The building I lived in was serviced by four guards who worked shifts, as well as a gardener, and a man who cleans the stairways and entrance to the building. When my ride arrived, I was deeply touched to see that everyone had all come to say goodbye. After loading my luggage into the van, they lined up in front of the building to wave goodbye. Tears streamed down their faces and mine.
Email, and an occasional international phone call, keeps me in touch with other friends from Egypt who always begin or end our conversation with exclamations of “Jeanne. I miss you too much!” Each time I return to Egypt, I am embraced by their love, their hospitality and their kindness. These are the Muslim’s I know. I Am Happier to Know You will introduce you to them, too.
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