There is something that I have not expanded on much.  The majority of the guests here are from Afghanistan and they are here for medical treatment.  They stay at the Kabli.  I have met many of them and my heart goes out to each of them.  Most of the men speak and understand a basic level of English (learned from the troops there).


A couple of doors down there is a man with his second wife and daughter (4 yrs old?). The little one is a sweetheart.  I am sure she does not know English, but she can say hello and thank you.  She has a flute and I am trying to get another fellow to find out where they bought it here, in the market, because I want to take one home for Tim (Kam's son).

Oh my, that little girl just came here to show me the treats that her parents bought her today......stickers.  She was so proud of them. This is the first time she actually came right into my room.  I gave her some Canada stickers earlier today.   Be still, my heart.

The dear lady, next to me, is in her bed.  I just went to check on her and to say Salam.  She is such a dear. She wants me to talk to her.  Earlier her son brought Kebabs which she wanted to share with me (I did not eat her food). Whenever I wear the scarf she gifted me I will see her smiling face and the sparkle in her eyes.  Yes, smiling in spite of her cancer.

How much different is this than the other experiences I have had?  So much so. but a part of my learning process about a world I knew nothing about.  I am so thankful to have had this experience.  I chose this place as my home in Delhi because I knew it would not be a typical tourist hotel, and right I was.

I only hope that I am granted the right to take some photos of these people who have impacted me so much.

By the way, I am finally getting used to be referred to as Mama!!!!!!!