Last night, as Courtney, Abraham, and I were in a taxi on our way to El Nasr Street to visit our computer shop, we suddenly ended up behind a truck with tanks in the back that were omitting a gas. I instinctively closed my eyes and mouth, and made a half-lame attempt to cover Abraham’s face, knowing I couldn’t really do that without choking him. Courtney cried out to our taxi-driver in panic to pull-over (the gas-leaking truck kept going down the street in front of us, spewing white clouds and stopping all traffic), and asked him what is was. “Nafouz! Nafouz!” our taxi driver informed us. “It smells like bug-spray,” I said, “and isn’t ‘nafouz’ mosquitoes or ants in Arabic?” Courtney added. Could they really be spraying an Egyptian version of Raid, most likely poison, all over the people, children, houses, and plants?
When we came home I gave Abraham a thorough bath, and Courtney & I both washed our hands and face. Then we called an Egyptian friend who confirmed that, indeed, bug-spraying could occur this time of the year “to prevent decease from spreading. Swine flu and all.” Of course. I’m not even going to start on that one.
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Lovely Lady of La Leche, most loving mother of the Child Jesus, and my mother, listen to my humble prayer. Your motherly heart knows my every wish, my every need. To you only, His spotless Virgin Mother, has your Divine Son given to understand the sentiments which fill my soul. Yours was the sacred privilege of being the Mother of the Savior. Intercede with him now, my loving Mother, that, in accordance with His will, I may become the mother of other children of our heavenly Father. This I ask, O Lady of La Leche, in the Name of your Divine Son, My Lord and Redeemer. Amen.
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