She was totally unexpected. At the end of my rope, functioning on my last frayed nerve, I went to a depression site for support. My first real experience with public blogging, my first experience with on-line friendships with strangers.
Was I lucky, open to most anything? Yes.
Before I met Bea, I had a very limited view of Central Asian people. I found out that speaking English is not at all uncommon. That actually, many people in the urban areas live very similar lives as we do. Despite their traditional religious views, they have many common concerns as we do, they like many of the things Americans like, they are just not so different.
She’s just a girl of course, just turned 21. She lives in a very nice, very large home with her parents and brother. She is independent, very educated, works in a bank now, and I have learned so much from knowing her, that I never would have known otherwise. Their house is made of concrete and stone. Her mosque is just feet from her front doorstep. She prays several times daily, down to the floor each time, but she watches modern shows and films regularly, and she is generous beyond imagination. She is also hip, cute, fun, very interesting, honest, humorous, kind, and she has grown up very very fast.
Her mother said she likes our “wood” houses. Houses made of sticks. I’ve heard that phrase before connected with framing – stick houses. Despite our huge age difference, I am never less than surprised and delighted at her insights, her ideas, her art creations and her ability to sift through the bs and move forward. She is very fortunate to be born into such a good family, generally speaking in her country. But most of the time, she transcends her good fortune as a true and authentic individiual, worthy of great respect. I try my best to give her that, I hope she never leaves me, and I count myself extremely lucky to have known this incredible woman-child.
So the next time you think in stereotypes from the media when it comes to other nations across the oceans, don’t. I find that most people are remarkably intelligent, refined and evolved. She is always open to my suggestions and advice, and will also tell me when it is inappropriate! haha
I love my sweet Bea to death, and I will probably never ever even get to see her in person. I won’t get to go to her wedding most likely, if she has one (not all Muslim girls are forced to marry their cousin), and I will most likely never hold her babies. But I will “stick” it out, because that’s just how I roll… If the internet and pictures are all we have, that will have to be enough.
The next time you feel down or blue, trust in yourself and the powers of intention and the Universe. Go ahead and have an unplanned adventure, even if it is of the “internet” variety. Trust in your ability to find a good path in everything, because they are out there, just waiting for you to make the journey to find them. Peace world, good night, and God bless all the children of the Earth, every kind and color. They are my children; they are your children. There is no way that little Bea would be the person she is, were it not for her amazing parents and family, who have supported her, encouraged her, and taught her the correct lessons in life. Like what is important, what is good and what is right. I know all this because I have talked with her almost daily now for over a year, we have shared many difficult days in the life, even sad, scary and overwhelming days, and I never would have guessed in a million years that day I was feeling so depressed, that a young lady from a very foreign country, would be the reason I strive so hard to be a better person now. 🙂