The thing about living in the Middle East is that your normal western and Christian life is dramatically altered. I’ve written about the daily challenges of working around prayer times, amongst other things, which I won’t drone on about now. The workweek in the Middle East is Sunday to Thursday. Pretty much nothing gets done on Fridays since that’s the day of the week that Muslims religiously observe and go to mosque. Most businesses aren’t open Friday mornings, or have limited hours, so we’re always at the pool then. There are no Christian churches here so going to mass isn’t an option and when it comes to Christian holidays they kind of feel like any other day of the year. Christmas was hard enough, not having our usual ritual of Christmas Eve Mass but Easter was really strange for me this year.
I enjoy the Lenten season, starting with Ash Wednesday. I grew up going to Stations of the Cross every Friday and celebrating Holy Week has always been a big deal with my family, leading up to Easter. Clearly none of the aforementioned events could be observed here. And since Easter falls on a Sunday, we went about like any other day. On Saturday I made quiche and we gave The Gents their baskets since they don’t know any different yet. At least J was be home so we could have our family time. Yes, we were able to attend the Embassy Easter Egg Hunt with The Gents, but for me that’s not what Easter is all about. At least we were able to FaceTime with my Mother, Brother, and Sister-In-Law. I was so sad to not only miss Easter with my family, but the surprise arrival of my new nephew on Easter evening!!! (Side note: My SIL was born on Christmas Eve and my Brother on Good Friday, so their little family is covering all of the important Christian holidays!)
When I got an invite last week to celebrate Orthodox Easter with my Belarusian friend, I jumped at the offer. Sure it would be on Sunday, and I always have plenty of things to do at home, but after feeling like I missed out on Western Easter I wasn’t passing up this opportunity. Even though I’m not Orthodox, my mother is so this would feel familial to me. Since my mother converted back to Orthodox when I was in college, and if I’m home in Ann Arbor, we celebrate Orthodox Easter together. Although I’m unconventional when it comes to some aspects in my life, I love tradition. Family is everything. And in my family a lot of tradition falls around holidays. Gathering with people that mean the most to you is a big part of that.
This Easter ended up being really lovely. A small group of women, some whom I don’t normally hang out with, came together to celebrate. Our mutual friend made a beautiful authentic feast and taught us some Belarusian traditions. I learned more about my friend’s culture and about these women (Muslim, Christian, Egyptian, Yemeni, Filipina) that I wouldn’t have been able to learn otherwise.
Being so far from home and getting to celebrate a holiday with some people I’ve been able to make a connection with is quite special and I’m grateful for that. This was a nice reminder to count my blessings and to take advantage of opportunities that come my way. It might not be how I’d normally celebrate the holiday, but it’s made my heart full this week and filled a temporary void. xo