Sahar peeked through the veil of her heavy burqa desperately
trying to see over the wall that surrounded the Catholic Church. School was in
session and the boys and girls were outside busy playing a variety of games,
some of which were soccer, hopscotch and jump rope. She had often stopped along
this section of wall and would watch the children playing in the compound.
However, she knew that if someone discovered her they would drag her off to the
village cleric where she would be punished severely.
Sahar was turning thirteen today and had been secretly reading
a bible she had found along this very same wall. Oh how she loved all the
stories she read on those pages about Noah, Father Abraham and the ancient city
Ur of the Chaldeans. Many times she would imagine that she was a Mesopotamian
Queen on her way to Jerusalem to visit King Solomon. In her mind , she watched
as her entourage went on for miles with tall camels carrying loads of jars full
of wine, dates and assorted spices as gifts for the king.
“Sahar! What are you doing? Get down off that wall
immediately before someone sees you.” shouted her brother Omar, who was on his
way to the mosque for morning prayers.
Sahar’s heart raced as she lost her grip and slid down the steep
face of the concrete wall that had been constructed with fragments of broken
glass embedded into the surface. Although her heavy burqa was ripped in several
places, she herself was unscathed. Her father had warned her not to climb the
wall of the church and reminded her that Allah was a jealous god and demanded
her full devotion. As she went to the well for water she wondered if her
brother would tell her father what he had seen her doing.
While she waited at the well for the shepherds to water
their sheep, Sahar secretly pulled out her pocket sized bible. As she leaned
against the trunk of a date palm she was able to conceal the book from the view
of the others who had gathered at the well. Time seemed to stand still for the
moment as Sahar turned to the book of Ruth and began reading. She loved this
time of the morning and even waiting for her turn at the well seemed to fly by
as the cool morning air circulated through her veil.
Sahar reads through the pages as the poverty stricken widow Naomi
realizes she must return to her homeland in order to survive. Orpah, one of her
two daughter-in-laws decides to remain in Moab, but Ruth decides differently
saying "Entreat me not to leave you, Or to turn back from following after
you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge, I will lodge; Your
people shall be my people, And
your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, And there will I be
buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If anything but death parts you and me."
Sahar loved how devoted
Ruth was to her mother-in-law Naomi and how she truly and wholly wanted to
follow the One True and Living God, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. As she
continued to read something was happening inside of her, it was a warm feeling
in her heart and it made the hair on her arms stand to attention. All her life
Sahar was forced to worship Allah and never felt a connection to him like the
way that she felt when she thought about the God of Naomi.
On her way home, with
the jar of water on her head, Sahar asked God to reveal the truth to her about
who He was. The cool morning breezes had left and were now being replaced by
strong east winds that began blowing sand. The sun too was hot and it made
Sahar stop at an oasis that was midway to her home. Once again she called upon
God for help “Oh, Great God of Naomi please reveal yourself to me as I want to
know You! Please help me to walk the same path as Ruth and become my God!” the
young teenager penitently prayed as sand fell through the palm branches.
It was too hot to walk
the rest of the way home and the blowing sand did not relent so Sahar pulled
back out her pocket bible and read as the pages turned to John 3:16 “For God so
loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in
Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His Son
into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be
saved.”
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