Belonging

There has been a slow change happening in the last fortnight. An acceptance by the Arabic men I spend time with. This kiwi is starting to belong, starting to feel part of the group. It is the little things that I try and do to support this. Sitting with them at prayers. Sharing a joke about my kiwi Arabic. The changes are now in the greetings I receive and give. The physical contact is greater, the formality of language is being lost. The sharing of information on a personal level is greater. I had my first “habibi” today which means my dear friend, my beloved.