The Power of Prayer.

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I came back from Jordan over 10 days ago, my head brimming with food stories that had already penned themselves in my mind even before I was done digesting them. And then…right in the midst of photo editing, going to the gym, buying labneh, doing all of the things that are so mundane and inconsequential…Life happened. The sister of my closest, most special friend fell terribly ill and is now in critical condition in the hospital.

On the way back from seeing her last evening, a dear friend mentioned that I should read a book on Quantum Physics. That this book talks about the value of collective prayer. Of collective anonymous prayer.

I haven’t read the book yet, but we’re ready to try anything right now. If you have a moment to spare, please pray for a young lady who has had more social impact on her community than most people can dream of having over a lifetime.

Please pray for my friend and her family.

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Author: InaFryingPan

With a family legacy of ingenious cooks, a nutritionist and chef-extraordinaire mother, and a father who introduced me to steak and caviar when I could barely reach the table, I had no choice but to acquire a keen awareness of food during my childhood years in Dubai. But it was only after I found myself on a college campus in Philadelphia – far away from home, too cheap as a student to spend on anything other than pizza, and with dorm rooms that had little rat-holes of kitchens if they even had them at all – when I developed a heightened appreciation of food. An appreciation of food that I once ate every night at the dinner table in Dubai, but that was now an entire ocean away. I lusted for the culinary treasures that lay outside the stale walls of my college dining hall, hijacked friends’ kitchens to try my hand at something, anything , remotely edible, and greedily raided different websites in search of highly-rated restaurants. With my move to New York to work for a consulting firm that secretly harbored self-professed foodies, my appreciation transformed into a passion, an addicition. I felt like everyone around me in New York was talking about food: where to get the best cupcakes, pizza slices, banh mi, kati rolls, pho, fried chicken, and every other food item out there that is just a plain old dish in some part of the world, but that’s become hyped to unforeseen proportions in New York. What fuelled my addiction over time was travel to different cities, both for work and play, which gave me unfettered access to the culinary havens of not only New York, but also of DC, Virginia, Chicago, Houston, Vegas, Austin, Seattle and even a little city called Bentonville (Arkansas!). After 9 years away from home, I’ve finally taken the leap to come back to Dubai – with not just an awareness, but genuine appreciation and passionate addiction for what I’d taken for granted as a child. Mom, I’m back to reclaim my seat at your dinner table, and to rediscover this city with its ever-expanding menu of international flavors.

8 thoughts on “The Power of Prayer.”

  1. dina says:

    Our prayers for her!! and to all of you! be strong! we shall overcome !!

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  2. Mishti says:

    I believe that collective prayer can be of enormous effect. Rubeen is in my thoughts everyday and even though I have never met, I can tell that she has had a special impact on all those around her. Much love and strength to all of you in these difficult times. Hope they pass soon.

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  5. Saloni Banga says:

    Our prayers for your friend’s sister and her family. God bless!

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