Friday, August 17, 2012

Look what M found when he was taking out the trash... 



 Abandoned by their mom, these 4 tiny kitties are drinking milk from a syringe and eating tuna.  

They're so cute!
 They sleep in a box under the carport of our building.  

 But they are not our cats!  We just don't want them to starve to death until they can fend for themselves.  We'll ask around to see if anyone wants a cat, but unfortunately, few people keep cats as pets here.  So, I'm afraid we're rescuing future dumpster cats.   The kids have named them Lucy, Misty, Teddy, and Ash.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Tawjihi party!

One thing I love about our Arab city is the fact that when there is something to celebrate, our friends gladly share their joy, including everyone in their happiness.  We see this in weddings as the wedding parties drive down the street with decorated cars, honking all their horns in celebratory rhythm.  I thought that rhythmic honking was only for wedding parties, until tonight.




Today the highly anticipated Tawjihi results were announced to eager teenagers and their families.  The Tawjihi is the exam given to high school graduates to determine whether or not they will be allowed to enter one of the public universities here.  So imagine everyone's SAT scores being announced at the same time by a text sent to each student's cellphone.  The city literally erupts at once in a huge party, with families celebrating their kids' "Get into college free"card.  The US embassy here thought it necessary to warn Americans in these parts:


“Families throughout the area often celebrate when the results are announced and, for some, the celebration is exuberant,” the embassy statement said.
“Groups of young adults typically drive around in cars blowing horns, sometimes congesting traffic. This is sometimes accompanied by celebratory gunfire,” it added.

We can testify to the truth of this statement as the party began at 8:30pm tonight when the announcements were made, and it is still going strong now, at 2am.  Add to that, occasional fireworks that can be seen and heard all over the city.  (Even now, I can see someone shooting colorful fireworks into the sky down at the souk at the end of our street.)  

My heart goes out to the poor souls who did not test well.  It would be incredibly painful to sit in the midst of such a city-wide party, only to know you were not chosen.  I hear it is sometimes a night of suicides.  Please lift up the unfortunate numbers, that they would find their self-worth in the Father's eyes and know He has a plan for their future as well.