I have befriended a young Afghan couple and their infant son. Our relating has been mostly through needs, as in going to Walmart, providing transportation to and from work, driving practice, or simply holding their son while the parents do other tasks. They have been here. . . . They are expecting their second child in March. In Afghanistan Z was a psycologist and M was a lawyer
I seldom come away from their company without another insight into their attempt to integrate into a foreign country. Picked Z up for work the other day. He tells me his neighbor, a very elderly man, had fallen. Z was amazed that he had had no family around to assist him. He says to me “Why do you allow this to happen? We would always have family around in my country to help him.”
I replied that this is a good question and we should talk more about it when there is time.
Taking Z home from work the other – he drove -night, we made small talk. As he was about to get out of the car, he says, “I am so happy my son will be growing up in this country.”