₦airaland Forum

Eleven of us were Taking a three-week class on Politics at one of the most prominent university in the Middle East. It was known to be the place where diplomats, presidents and kings sent their children to school. Our desire was to engage with the future leaders of the Middle East while we attended class there.

Our professor was quite distinguished. She was tenured, she was an author of two books on politics in the Middle East, and she had taught at Princeton and Oxford. It was an honor to be under her tutelage even for such a short time.

To be completely honest, as we headed into this summer, I wondered if our group could really make an impact in a Muslim country in just three weeks. What could possibly happen in such a short amount of time?

I learned that the answer is—a lot.

During the second week of school, we walked to class and found a note on the door informing us that our professor was not able to come to class that day. She had been in a car accident. The note said that she was fine and would be in class the next day.

Sure enough, our professor was in class the next day. She seemed more than a little dazed. She kept holding her stomach, but she taught the class, nonetheless. Afterward, I went up to her with one of the other students and said, “Professor Mohammad, I’m sorry to hear that you were in a car accident. We prayed for you when we heard about it. Are you all right?”

She smiled, nodded and said, “After the accident, the paramedics had a doctor check me out. He said that my baby will be fine.”

I had no clue what she was talking about at first. Then I realized she was sharing with me that she was pregnant

I laughed and said, "what? I didn't even know you were pregnant! I'm so glad to hear is doing okay after that. I will continue to pray for you and your baby. I’ve really enjoyed your class, Professor Mohammad. I’m learning so much!”

Looking at me a bit surprised, she said, “Really? You think I’m a good teacher? But you’re auditing!”

I smiled and said, “Just because I’m auditing doesn’t mean I don’t want to learn. I have learned so much under you.”

I think that since I wasn’t taking the class for a grade, she believed me; I wasn’t kissing up to her.

Pensive for a moment, she looked at me and said, “I’ve lost two other babies. I was afraid I was going to lose this one too.”

I realized she was sharing something extremely personal with me as she embraced me in a firm hug and said, “Thank you for asking.”

All I had done was go up to her after class to ask how she was doing. I shared that I had prayed for her and expressed that I enjoyed her class. Those small steps seemed to open her up to me in ways I hadn’t anticipated or even looked for.

The Letter
That night, like every other night, I was graciously awakened at 3:30 in the morning by the loud call to prayer blaring outside of my bedroom window. Usually, I’d just wake up briefly and then the chanting would lull me back to sleep. This night was different.

I felt impressed in my spirit to pray for my professor, her unborn child and her daughter, whom she had taken to the airport to fly to see her father. As I was praying, the Holy Spirit nudged me to write her a letter.

My first thought was, Is it safe to write her a letter with spiritual undertones? Would she wonder what our group was doing here? Would it blow our cover?

Whether it was safe or not, I knew I was being asked to write it, so I did.

Dear Dr. Mohammad,
Talking to you after class on Monday was very significant to me. One of my highest values is vulnerable communication, and for whatever reason, you chose to be vulnerable with me. It was my most precious, sacred moment so far in this country. Connecting with a person at a heart level about real life, feelings, trials, challenges, fears and failures means the world to me.

I am so glad you shared with me that you are pregnant and that your baby is fine after the accident. I saw you holding your stomach during class and I wondered if you weren’t feeling well. I am sure the car accident was scary, especially in light of your previous miscarriages. Though I am not a mother and have not experienced the physical and emotional pain of losing a child, my heart broke for you and the challenges you have had to face.

You are a very successful woman. You have accomplished already so much in your lifetime. I feel privileged to be taking your class at such a significant time in this country’s history. You have taught me so much already. However, I also know that you are not just a professor. You are a woman with a life journey, a life story, filled with joys and pain.

I learned after class that you just sent your daughter to America to visit her father there. That must be so hard and heartbreaking. I am sure there will be a great void in your heart while she is gone.

Last night, the call to prayer graciously woke me up at 3:30 am. Unlike previous nights, where the call to prayer wakes me up only to sing me back to sleep again, I felt drawn to pray for you. I know very little about you, and I have no clue as to what your religious beliefs or practices are. But I felt impressed upon my heart to pray for you, your baby and your daughter heading to America. As I prayed for peace, comfort and safety, a poem came to my mind that is one I treasure. The prophet David wrote it, and it is found in Psalm 139 in the holy Bible.

My theory, as I’ve traveled around the world, is that we humans have two great desires: to be fully known (all of our good and all of our bad) and still be fully loved. I guess I’ve become skeptical that this could be found on this side of heaven. I truly believe, though, where man may fail us, God won’t. That is why I often cling to this psalm when I wonder, “Why was I born? Does God see me? Know me? Does He care? Does He have a plan for my life?” I have come to believe that He does.


TBC

joeydozzy: I've not been to church in a long time

I need encouraging words

Eehya...

idnoble135: Good morning every one in the building. Had a great night rest. How ya doing everybody?

Good morning,,

****yarn***

Good morning all..
Safe journey and extensive success to you@damex

Omodaddy...I see you
Good morning all
Hope you all slept well
Have a nice day..

Tovot: It seems I should take my leave.

why?

Goodnight all..sleept Tight,,the lord will protect You All

E<R>F:
Tivot ke?

I thought yhu had a party be4...

Now get serious jhoor

I don change am...
Lol

Have Done that Sire

idnoble135: Its a weird joke. Not my type pls. Am sorry if i sounded harsh but am not Ok with it. Let the mod hide those posts. Sorry Tovot if i sounded harsh. Hope you'd understand.

E<R>F:
Hehehehehe

Who is the lucky dude? And the offence?

Tovot!!!offensive things

Thank God...
I finally have someone to ban today,,,since morning,,is not easy at al

An0nimus: the one with the holy knife

Lol

Omo Daddy354: @ ATMC's head and curfew. Where do you get your weird offers from? Lol. I'm sure yoh know ATMC is so untouchable, she ain't bro John the baptist .... Errm, popcorn will do. Thanx

@Ajibam bia biko stop your cancellation jare, that was a godly 'dear' .

Okay sweety


godly sweety too Ooo

An0nimus: I know who I go pour this holy water now

Is he usurped by the spirit?

ATMC: gud9t all...i'm going for fam devotion by the time i'll be back maybe yhu'd all slept off...yhu guys rocked. this drama will only show at silverbird...ticket is...damex decide

Cultivate wella ooo
goodnight...

idnoble135: Have a perfect night rest.
Ajiban, dont disturb her again... And dont bother showing up in her dreams. No nightmares pls. Lol

I won't..but. I Will show up in her mail

ATMC: the weapons of our warfare are not carnal

I know Naw..
It is A holy Cain not ordinary cain

ATMC: fire upon yhu

Lol
The thing don start fully

E<R>F:
Yhu welcome on their behalf. . .just stay well 4us.

What do i offer yhu? ATMC'S head? *ooups, im sorry, yhu ain't herodias daughter*

Coffee? Curfew or Popcorn?

Balm of gilead

E<R>F:


You don dey roll peace now... He won't fall for yhur new tone of friendship

*in a loud voice*

#GO..AJIBAM

*blast into tongues*

**id noble,bring the Holy cain***
ErF holds her

**beat her with The Cain,,,GO OUT

Omo Daddy354: Thanx dear bro... Started yesterday.
Thanx so much @Ajibam and @Arare gem, i appreciate.

You are welcome

idnoble135: Ajibam does not do exorcism alone. You wanna scare him?

Am always afraid of their bite!!!

E<R>F:


Tell her Oooh.. Bad belle Sister

The devil is using her indirectly

Ajibam. . .please let's exorcize her

HBG where are yhu

Am willing And capable

idnoble135: Nice one sis. Ride on preacher, the Lord is your tendon and ligament.

no cartilage?

ARareGem: Awww.... very sorry, dearie.

My brother, I'm managing. You know what we Nigerians do well- suffer and smile. But one day ehn....

Ajibam, would you participate in a protest against the government?

I am a Child of God
I don't protest

Mynd_44: I dare you

Smh