This is Ebu Karti.
One afternoon while the kids were out doing their thing, Ebu Karti and I had a 1 ½ hour conversation with Indonesian/English dictionary book in hand we actually managed to communicate. She wanted to tell me this story and I know something was missed in translation but I understood the gist.
It was her husband’s idea to move from Java, their home, to Aceh after the tsunami. He wanted to help but like most Indonesians, Aceh was not a desirable place to be. She didn’t want to move and told me she was “frightened.” She said she went off to pray one morning, “at Maria cave.” She kept asking if I knew Maria cave in Java but I was lost. I’m not even sure she was saying Maria, it could have been something else. Anyway, she went to the cave to pray and fell asleep. When she woke up there was a cup of water and a letter next to her head.
She indicated, Jesus had come to visit her at the Maria Cave, gave her water and a letter. I kept squinting my brows together as I tried to decipher her words. Finally, I managed to ask her if she still had the letter. Yes! And she took me by the hand into their bedroom and pulled out of her purse a very folded and worn letter. It was in Indonesian. I asked her what it said and about, all I managed to understand was “it gives me peace.” We hugged for quite a while. I wanted to ask Harni, our interpreter about this but decided against it because Ebu Karti wanted to share that with me and I didn’t want to compromise any trust she may have placed in me alone. It was an amazing 1 ½ hour conversation with so few words actually spoken.