[This photo I took from the internet is of Savina Dawood, an Assyrian. Her face looked similar to the one I met in Baghdad]
In 1988 I was in Iraq when my father died!
One afternoon of July that year , after my siesta I saw a brown butterfly inside my room in Nassiriya Saipem Base. I wondered why!
Later I would receive the news that my father had passed away.
The main Office of Saipem in Baghdad asked me to come and I immediately did.
There, I was told that the Philippine Embassy has conveyed the message of my father’s death.( My brother-in-law , the late Romy Millan has sought the help of the Consulate because at that time communication was not that easy. Cellphones did not yet exist!)
I wanted to get home but thinking that no one at that time would cover my duties I decided to stay.
Meanwhile, I passed by the lobby of a hotel coffee shop to buy me some sandwich.
A strange thing happened that I would never forget!
A young beautiful girl in the queue talked to me. She asked if I were a Philippine. I said yes and responded with a question.
” How did you know ?
You look like one, she said.
But what about you?, I returned.
I am an Assyrian!
After that very short conversation I left but could hardly forget her pretty face.
For a few days she had occupied my mind. I had forgotten my father had just passed away.
Years later I would realize that Assyrians are natives of an old known civilization in the northern part of Iraq. To note, even our father Abraham was an Assyrian too! Interestingly they speak Aramaic, the same language our Lord Jesus used.
So was that girl I saw in that July of 1988 in Baghdad, Iraq an ordinary person or was she an Angel?
Whoever she was or whatever it was, what I could be happy about was that I felt so blessed to have seen Iraq and witnessed an ancient culture having met in real life an Assyrian!