To Zaida

My heart is very vulnerable today. Too many burdens weakening it. However, too many reasons to thank life for too.

The one that has recently softened it is Zaida. I wish I could describe Zaida. But she is so unusual, than only by knowing her, you would understand what I mean.
I met her a few months before going to Istanbul, in the only school that would give Turkish lessons in Madrid. She was 40 but looked like 28. Glamorous to clumsy. Beautiful, lively and energetic. Usually in the clouds… She was the only one wearing funny hats in springtime, when nobody in Spain had ever dared to…

It didn’t take us more than a few days to become good friends. Like coming from the spirit instead of from the brain, I remember I told her that we would be lifetime friends. It was 1993…She is my soul friend. And the last years I have seen her suffer so much, and me, unable to help her. Health problems, unemployed, and when employed, abused (personally and professionally). She’s such an splendid spirit…I want to think all this suffering has the reason to take her really high in whichever the “hierarchy” of the spirits and souls can be…as one of God’s favorites.

Yesterday, I called her, and she gave me good news. Seems to see the light at the end of the tunnel, finally after soooo long. And it made me so happy.

After meditating before sleeping, praying for her as I am used to, I saw my baby by my side, peacefully sleeping, and wished she’ll have such a soul friend as Zaida. Do not know why I love her so much, when I know she is so unbearable. I just feel my heart bigger when I think of her. I called her. I told her. We both cried and laugh at the same time.

Hope this time is the time, when she is being set free from so much suffering. Hope it is. Pray it is.

Thank you Zaida, for being in my live.

I read the book “ the most beautiful names of God”. For you, yesterday, I read Al Qabit, Al Basit…It was teaching for both. Not just for you.