During the
summer of 2010 a friend and I took a crazy trip south, we spent 55 hours in 5
days on the bus travelling. On one of
our many rides we meet up with this sweet older woman who was traveling with
her granddaughter. We had a sweet time
chatting and sharing our food with them.
We even ran into the on the
street twice over the next few days.
During my most recent trip south I was at the bus station again planning
on travelling between those same two cities when I once again ran into this
same women. We had quite a joyful
reunion. When Older Uyghur women get
excited the pitch of their voice tends to go up several notches hitting high notes almost unknown to the human ear. A skill that I
have learned to imitate quite well. The
squeals and shrieks of delight let the rest of our bus mates know the
excitement of seeing each other again.
Soon all were in agreement that Allah had planned for us to meet up and
be friends. We sat next to each other
for the next eight hours holding hands or her sleeping with her head in my
lap.
My friend and the women on the bus two years ago
1 comment:
No way! This is so cool. I still remember her--and her comment about our "long noses"--first (and only) time that a big nose is a compliment. ;)
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