Wednesday, August 3, 2011


When I met her she needed a ride. Not that she would have asked for it. The nurse asked on her behalf. Her daughter had a migraine and couldn't pick her up. Of course I drove her.

Though she didn't speak much she did share a little about herself. She sighed when she said she had no family here except a daughter who attends university and a husband who was gravely ill at the nursing home. All her days for the last few months have been spent at his side from morning 'til night.

She wore a huge shawl that exposed only her face, her hands and her long skirt. I wore shorts and a tee shirt. Our attire symbolized our different worlds. Yet, when we parted our hug transcended words. I sensed her despair. We connected.

The next time I saw her few words were exchanged again. I felt her grief. Her husband had just died. We hugged once more.

"Is there anything I can do? I asked.
"Please, just pray for me," she replied.

And I do.

I don't know her name, but I've named her Safiya. It means: untroubled, serene, pure, best friend.


  1. i hope that she finds that peace...the lives we intersect with your gentle touches an continued prayers...

  2. we will carry each other in out hearts, Sister!

    Aloha from Waikiki;

    Comfort Spiral

    / )

  3. Wow. Such a tender story. Praying for her as well.

  4. And we shall also pray for her.

    Myrna, glad to have met a kind and tender soul as you.

    Joy always,

  5. you have a big heart myrna, great you connected to's good to build bridges..

  6. This heart breaks hearing her story... glad you were there for her, to share in a difficult moment. Will keep you both in our prayers.

  7. My dear Myrna,
    Such a tender story and I love the name "Safiya".
    Sometimes a simple smile, a touch or a hug can say much more than any words.

    You are a kind and gentle spirit, Myrna. Wish there were more like you in this unjust world.

    Lovely write.

  8. I love that name! This is so beautiful and I know that you gave that dear woman solace. Very sad but very exquisite at the same time.

  9. You're such a fabulous woman, Myrna! And you not only can write beautifully, but you can also draw! Multi-talented! (I can only draw stick-people!)

  10. What a loving thing you were able to do for her.

  11. Did I already comment once that I think angels come in many forms and I think you are one of them? Very touching story...

  12. I wish there were more beautiful souls like you, Myrna. Did you know that Safiya means 'sincere friend' in Arabic.