This afternoon, the cottony gray clouds that had been collecting in billowy heaps finally poured streams of rain on Kampala. And because most of the students at our local refugee center slog through muddy streets and alleys to their English, career, and Bible classes, only five from my class showed up. So class was cancelled on account of rain. One who did attend, Ahmad*, snagged me as I repacked my backpack. “I think perhaps,” he said gently in his halting English, “you have time to help me read?”
A Lesson from Ahmad
A Lesson from Ahmad
A Lesson from Ahmad
This afternoon, the cottony gray clouds that had been collecting in billowy heaps finally poured streams of rain on Kampala. And because most of the students at our local refugee center slog through muddy streets and alleys to their English, career, and Bible classes, only five from my class showed up. So class was cancelled on account of rain. One who did attend, Ahmad*, snagged me as I repacked my backpack. “I think perhaps,” he said gently in his halting English, “you have time to help me read?”