When I was in Afghanistan, I spent a lot of time just walking the streets, praying for someone to take me hope. It’s kind of an odd way to meet people. I suppose I should add – I said hello to everyone I could.
One day, I met a young teen aged girl by a water pump. When I said hello, she smiled and immediately asked me to come to her house. I thanked her, but she insisted. Still, I wasn’t sure. Finally she said, “You must come. My mother is waiting for you!”