This story is about two women who volunteered with a Christian international aid organization in Afghanistan. They were arrested by the Taliban for talking to Afghanis about Jesus shortly before September 11th. They were in prison awaiting their trial (which they were pretty nervous about) when the the terrorist attacks on the twin towers happened, after which they were stuck in Kabul while the city was being bombed by American forces. They were moved around by their captors, and finally released when the Taliban was overthrown - then rescued by special forces (including Navy SEALS, my FAVORITE DUDES IN THE WHOLE WORLD) and helicoptered out to Pakistan in the middle of the night. Tuh dud. I spoiled it. They lived to tell their story. (But did I really spoil it? It would be pretty hard to read their book right now if they were dead.)
I don't know why, but the story was not nearly as gripping or exciting as the paragraph I just wrote would lead you to believe. Maybe I should have written the book for them, but maybe it wouldn't have sounded as Christ like as they made it. It's written from these two women's perspectives, but they sounded exactly the same the first half, and I couldn't ever remember who was talking. By the end I could tell they were very different women (who got on each other's nerves at times), but I still couldn't ever remember who was talking. Seriously, the way they talked and wrote was way too similar, and it all sort of blanded the story up for me. You know how some authors can make the most boring stories totally gripping? I think these gals can sort of do the opposite - take the most exciting story and make it sort of a yawn. (Only sort of a yawn - it wasn't like I couldn't finish it, I just took a looong time to get through it.)
Also, I'm torn. You know, I think they were doing amazing things, leaving their homes and going to serve in a foreign, poverty stricken country. Good for them, right? And I have no idea what I would have done in their situation, but I really don't think I would be talking about Jesus (even secretly) when the Taliban said people would be severely punished for listening to me. Maybe that's because I'm Mormon and the LDS church makes a big deal about NOT talking religion in countries where it's against the law, even if the government is corrupt and nobody likes them. These gals weren't openly preaching, but they'd always go and ask people if they could pray for them in the name of Jesus, and when people approached them and questioned them about their beliefs, they told them everything. They gave them materials, and showed movies of Christ's life. When they were caught and arrested (along with 6 other aid workers in connection to them, and I don't remember - maybe 15-20 Afghanis who worked for the organization or were being helped by them), all the other aid organizations were kicked out of the country (or evacuated). Some other Afghani people were beaten and imprisoned for listening to what they were teaching them. Really? They had a lot of faith in God and Jesus - shouldn't they have just helped the people with their physical needs and prayed a lot that someday they'd be able to also teach the people what they believed? I don't know. I'm sure they had the same thoughts after they were arrested. They were really selfless people, so who am I to judge them? I know. I'll stop judging. I wish them good luck with the rest of their lives, because they are good people and I'm glad they wrote the book so that I could read it. I am glad I read it, even though it dragged a little now and then.
On another topic, reading about the women in Afghanistan and the awful oppression they live through made me think a lot about how free I am. I already think (all the time) about how great it is to live now, in America, in freedom and prosperity. This made me add being a woman here and now (as opposed to any other time, and any other place) in the history of the world. Living in other places and times could really suck for anyone, but it all gets worse when you're a woman. Except for here and now, where it's all WONDERFUL. I was outside running in a tank top and shorts next to the road the other morning and actually teared up when I thought about the women in Afghanistan who were forced to wear burqas, and who would be arrested for going in public without a male relative. I could get up at midnight and go outside in a bikini all by myself, and no one would bother me. 99.9% of the time, I will be perfectly safe, even in the dead of night with no protection. If a man drove by and saw me, he'd be much more likely to stop and offer me a ride home than to beat and rape me. On a daily basis I have almost zero fear of someone hurting me or my family. I'm much more concerned that I'll get in a car accident or become obese and die of heart disease. It seems so normal and is so easy to take for granted, but our lives would be AMAZING for 99% of the women in the history of earth. So the next time you wear shorts in public, or go swimming, or take your kids on a walk through some trees - remember you're more blessed than anybody else in the world. (And say thanks to the soldiers who are going to places like Afghanistan to free the people so that their women can wear bikinis at midnight someday too.)