While our tour group enters and learns all about the
temple in Edfu, Egypt, I sit at the temple gate drinking water, watching people
come and go, and quietly praying and singing.
In
comes a lovely young couple, she wearing the most beautiful combination of
colours and patterns I’ve seen a Muslim woman wear. I watch as he takes
pictures of her, then he asks if I could take one of the two of them. I comment
on her beautiful outfit; we all agree the whole black get-out many married
Muslim wear is sad, hot and ugly. I ask if I can also take a picture of her,
and we then get into a long conversation.
Turns
out the young man lives a few streets away from our Toronto house! Traveled
from Egypt to get his PhD in electrical engineering at University of Toronto
(which I also briefly sorta studied at nearby Waterloo University)! He now
works for a consulting company my brother has also consulted for, and which my
husband's former employer had hired consultants from.
They
got married January 6 that year in Egypt, and were awaiting the paperwork for
her to join him in Toronto—where she had never been. He took his
cellphone/camera back out and in the flash of an eye we were Facebook friends.
Touring
the huge Valley of the Kings at various stops on our Nile Cruise, we King’s
kids ran into each other FOUR more times. Increasingly astonished, I had my
husband snap the photo below for evidence of this encounter number three, taken
a day or two after our first.
By
our sixth or seventh meeting I simply exclaimed: "Maybe we're all supposed
to live together!" And that, my friends, is the gospel truth.
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