The father, not threatening at all but wanted me badly. He said many times he would divorce his wife. All he had to do was “Write it three times on something and give it to her family.” He never touched me, nor made advances toward me. He was pretty obsessed with me but very respectful.
I told him there was no way we could be together. I was married. I loved his wife and would never do that to her and he shouldn’t even think of us together. They too were Muslim and one day some Seven Day Adventist or Jehovah Witness’s came to their apartment while I was there and I stupidly said, “They are Muslim!” and shut the door. Maybe they would have liked to hear about Jesus. I regret to this day doing that.
They too moved away. I barely remember when or how we said goodbye. I have a photo of when my daughter and I took them to a fireworks show one year. They seemed to enjoy that. After returning to their home country they sent me a robe from Morocco and a gold ring with my name in Arabic engraved inside and a gift for my daughter as well. I still have letters from him where he wanted me to come to Saudi Arabia or to Jidda where they vacationed. I did consider it, for a visit only; there was so much trouble in the Middle East though that I didn’t want to risk it.
I don’t remember exactly which of these years my friends had left the U.S. but in 1981, Egypt’s President, Anwar Sadat was killed. An independent organization for the liberalization of Egypt claimed responsibility. They were against Sadat’s policies including him signing a peace treaty with Israel in March 1979. Pope John Paul II was shot by a Turk. The Lebanon War went on from 1982-1985 which involved the Israelis’, Palestinians and the Lebanese. In ‘83 the U.S. bombarded Lebanon and
then a few weeks later a U.S. marine barracks in Beirut was blown up by suicide truck bombs a couple of times. So there was no way I was going to go to the Middle East with so much turmoil and unrest.
I have always said, “The first time I ever ate kiwi was on a bed with a bunch of Arabs!” I know that statement allows the imagination to go a bit wild but it was with this family so not such a shocking event
an excerpt from "And I thought I'd be a nun"