Sunday, June 24, 2007

Limbo

Looks like my family is still stuck in limbo. My husband isn't gone, but he still isn't home. As he sits in a jail cell waiting for his flight back "home", it's getting harder and harder.

Jail can turn even the best of people into the worst. I see him, day by day, getting more angry and more bitter. I'm trying my best to keep his spirits up, but I am close to failing. It's hard for me to say this. I almost feel guilty for thinking it, but I wish they would hurry up and send him back already. I'm tired of the waiting and the uncertainty. He won't be here with us, but at least he would be out of there. He feels the same way.

I've had an interesting week. One thing really reminded me that there are good people out there. I forgot my lunch and headed down to the cafeteria for a quick bite. I was looking at the items on the grill. I had my heart set on a grilled cheese, but remembered they cooked all kinds of meat on that grill. As I turned to walk away, the cook said I can clean the grill for you if you like. He went to town. It took almost 5 minutes. He scraped it really good. He used soapy water and lots of towels. He told me he respected my religion and asked what I would like. As he started fixing my grilled cheese, he asked if I liked tomatoes. I do. He made me one of the most delicious grilled cheese and tomato sandwhiches I have ever eaten. I was so thankful. He made my day.

When I start to feel sorry for myself and think that everyone in the world hates us and has it out for muslims, it's people like that cook who restore my faith in humanity.

I'd love to hear of other's similar experiences as well.