I asked her, “should I take my hat off before we go into your house?” She replied “leave your hat on…we’re not Mexicans.”
Last night Crystal and I were invited into an Iraqi family’s apartment for tea (and more…). Since our involvement with the after-school program for tutoring refugee children, we have met so many interesting and precious people. Well, yesterday was no exception.
During the 2 hour tutoring time, Crystal helped a 15 year old(today) Iraqi girl named Samara with an awesome power-point presentation for her class. As time drew near for us to “close up shop,” she spilled the beans that she still had some homework to finish on the computer. You see the computer lab closes when we leave and we couldn’t secure a key to stay, but we told Samara that we would take here to the library instead. On our way to ask Samara’s mother for permission to take her, I asked Samara the aforementioned question (at the top). Her reply…priceless!!
Her mother greeted us so warmly and ushered us in and asked that we sit down. She was so friendly and inviting, it made it difficult to tell her we needed to hurry and get to the library so that Samara could finish her homework. Well, as we were leaving, she asked if we would have tea with them later that evening. We, of course,said yes.
1 and 1/2 hours of probability, algebra, and some other hard mathematical stuff seemed to fly by for Crystal…for she was having a wonderful time talking about conditional probability and long-term relative frequency. But, being the good husband that I am, I offered my help with the math as well…I calculated the odds of me being useful…0/0!! Besides, someone had to get caught up on the current events.
We finally arrived back at Samara’s home and were greeted with another warm welcome…this time from her father and two sisters. Crystal and I sat on the couch and before we knew it they had the coffee table over in front of us and food was being served! A typical Iraqi meal. We had Iraqi bread (like a flat bread), rice, and lamb stew with chick peas and cucumbers (or something that looked cucumberish). After our first plate, we were informed by Samara that it would make her mother sad if we didn’t have another plate of food. So, we ate another plate. Oh, I forgot to mention that Crystal and I were the only ones eating because they had already eaten…yep! we were stuffing our faces in front of them all as we tried to talk to them. Once we finished stuffing our faces, they brought out tea and we sipped some awesome floating loose leaf tea and talked about cultural differences(we learned some Arabic words too) until 9pm…what an experience.
This family was from Iraq, but were refugees in Jordan for 11 years before coming to the U.S. In their home country, the father was a doctor’s assistant and the mother was a lawyer, but here in the U.S. after years of being a refugee, they are looking for any work they can find. Life is tough for them, but they have a spirit about them that is infectious–we are blessed to know them. We look forward to her standing invitation of even bigger meals (well, I do).
If you are reading this…go out and meet some international people today…you may just be blown away by a warm welcome you did not expect!






























































