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Mahsallah! Mahsallah is a word I learned in Turkey. My understanding of the word is that it means something wonderfully made by God, either directly or through the hands of God’s beloved creation. There were many uses for this word in Turkey.
The first time I used the word was after an amazing table was set out before us, laden with delicacies that tantalized my eyes as well as my nose. It looked and smelled so wonderful that Mahsallah rolled off my tongue without me having to struggle with the word. It just seemed to come naturally.
This was the first of many beautifully laden tables that we encountered along our journey. Everyone of the them set before us was a delectation to the palate. The most pleasurable table being that of Mehmet’s parents; for not only was it set with the generosity and attention to detail of the other tables that we enjoyed, but it was also set with love that was so evident in the faces of Mehmet’s parents. Theirs was a most memorable and endearing meal. I was glad to have such a word in Turkey as Mahsallah because some of what I experienced, the words that I know cannot adequately describe. I still cannot fathom the immensity of the coliseum at Ephesus or the Basilica of St. John or the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia. Even more astounding to me than their size and the magnificence of their architecture was the age of things in Turkey. Coming from a country that is just barely over 200 years old, I have a hard time fathoming civilizations being in existence almost prehistorically, much less still having proof of their existence. Thinking of Abraham’s and Job’s caves, Moses’ staff and John the Baptist’s arm still stretches my imagination.
The marvels of the palaces, and castles, and mosaics and frescoes make me cry out “Mahsallah” that God has made us capable of producing such utterly astounding beauty. And I will be forever grateful that the Turkish people have had the foresight to preserve these wonders.
Then we were shown the wonders of God’s own hand, especially at Cappadocia. I am so grateful to Bilal for coaxing me onto the ledge above the beauty that lay out before my eyes. Once I faced my fear and sat on that ledge, I could have stayed there until the moon rose overhead. I was spellbound. It was such a miraculous piece of God’s handiwork. I never have and never will again see anything like it.
God’s handiwork shown through, also, in the people of Turkey. Another cause for exclaiming Mahsallah in this wondrous country of Turkey was whenever I encountered the children. They were so beautiful from their open and expressive faces to their joyful and playful natures. They learned early about the welcoming spirit of their culture and they demonstrated this by their delightfully repeated requests for us to speak with them. Their engaging “Hello, what’s your name?” still rings in my ears as I look back over the pictures of their cherubic faces. Mahsallah.
Another word that I learned in Turkey was tehshekkyewr ehdehreem. I was forced of course to use the shorter version “tehshekkyewr” because of my limited capacity for learning a new language. I was amazed every time someone from Turkey apologized for not speaking good English. Speaking a different language than my own seems extremely difficult for me and yet in my eyes they have mastered two and sometimes more than that.
Yes I was compelled to say, “Tehshekkyewr” many times as we visited the homes of the generous and hospitable people of Turkey. I loved sharing ideas with them. One of the great blessings of this trip was the sharing of ideas and our faith. Bilal and Elief and Mehmet were so open to our questions. They shared their answers and their faith and belief with such graciousness that I felt quite comfortable engaging in dialogue all along the journey.
Tehshekkyewr does not seem to say completely the gratefulness I feel in my heart towards our wonderful guides who welcomed and challenged and invited and stretched me to becoming more than I was before I visited for Turkey.
I have grown spiritually by this experience. The visits to Rumi’s tomb, to Abraham and Job’s caves, to the House of Mary, Ephesus and St. John’s Basilica all inspired me to deepen my faith. Special prayers bubbled up from within my heart as I visited these sites, prayers that will bless and challenge me for the rest of my life. The visits to the Mosques of Turkey were also a blessing to me. Feeling the peacefulness and calm filled me each time I entered. This was especially important after visiting the 500 year museum. As I visited these diverse places that represented so many different expressions of faith in God I was reminded of Jesus telling the woman at the well “The hour is coming when you will worship God neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem…But the hour is coming, and is now here, when true worshipers will worship God in Spirit and truth.
One most powerful moment came when I shared the Principal and Foundation of my spirituality and with an astonished look Mehmet said that my spirituality was very Islamic. Our belief in God is manifested in different ways but we saw that we each do bring glory to God as we attempt to turn our will over to God.
Once when we were passing over a river our guide said that we could make a wish because it was the first time we had over gone over this river. My wish was a prayer and I used one more word that I learned in Turkey. Ishallah. Ishallah I will be blessed with returning to this wonderful land of Turkey.
Dianne Hanley, Social Relations Coordinator, St. George Catholic Church in Baton Rouge. Turkey Trip Participant May 2008.
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