A Woman’s Prayer

It was not like the quiet, reserved prayers we say here; It was all out there in her native Maltese Arabic, like the call from the minaret, a whole culture on show, full of suffering, the baffled incomprehension of a simple soul: when would God come? When she was ready, He did: a loving presence within. A nobody in the world, she was loved by God. That for which she was born had happened. She gave thanks,...

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