When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
Paolo Coelho, from The Alchemist
If something has been put in your soul to do, it has been placed there by the Divine. Trust that you will be divinely helped along the way. I have seen direct proof of this on several occasions in my life. Several months ago, I was living in Istanbul working as an English teacher and heard a strange unrelenting voice in my heart saying, “Go to Fes.” While I had visited other parts of Morocco in 2002, I had never seen the city of Fes. I knew no one there. At the time, my teaching hours were gradually dwindling along with my savings from times of plenty (or more accurately times of overwork.) In short, I couldn’t see a way of making the move.
After making the intention to go to Fes, out of no where I received an email from my old alma mater in Chicago asking me for a current address in order that they might send me refund checks owed from summer of 2001. This, combined with my tax refund from a few miserable months spent working in a call center to earn money to fly back to Istanbul after a prolonged visit back to the US, provided the money needed to go.
Once I finally got to Fes (after being sidetracked in Marrakech for a few months), absolutely everything, down to my smallest need, came to me in greater ways that I ever expected. When I was running out of money from living in a hotel, I found an English teaching job with working conditions that would make teaching once again tolerable, wonderful students and colleagues, AND free housing options. When I wanted an apartment and was almost entirely out of money, I found a great roommate and was provided with money to purchase furniture and appliances by the school.
It was also my desire to learn more Arabic living in Morocco. If anyone is familiar with Moroccan Arabic, one knows that learning Arabic comprehensible to anyone outside the country on the street is an impossibility. It just happens that my school shares facilities with a school for learning Arabic and allows their English teachers to take Arabic classes for free. The Arabic program attracts numerous students from English-speaking countries, so there is a built in community of cool, open-minded Americans to converse with whenever I get homesick. While all of this is school policy, at the time, it was nothing short of a miracle to me.
I was similarly aided both times I went to live in Istanbul. Before going the first time, I was simply contemplating teaching English abroad and had no particular country in mind, but knew I wanted to live in a Muslim country. I read on the internet that Turkey has a high demand for English teachers. I thought vaguely that Turkey might be a interesting place to spend 6 months or so. Soon after, I came into contact with an American woman who is married to a Turk. Through her I met a group of Turkish and American women, several of whom were planning to take a trip to Turkey that summer. Through their connections, the whole group got free round-trip airfare and I managed to get a ticket with a one-year open return and job contacts in Istanbul. Our group was given an all-expenses paid 9-day tour of Turkey. Afterwards, I was given free housing and a teaching job was arranged for me in private high school where both teachers and students couldn’t have been more helpful and welcoming. The people who own and run the school are also religious, so I had no problem performing my daily ritual prayers, usually a bit of an inconvenience if not an outright issue working in the US.
The second time I went to Istanbul, I found a Turkish woman online looking for someone to share her furnished apartment. I got a job at the first language school I visited. Not only did I meet a number of wonderful friends there, but the school was willing to break Turkish law to allow me and other teachers to wear headscarves during class. This was a big concern for me in my decision to return to Turkey.
So I think you’re getting the message by now. Heck, even the words of this blog post have been provided by Divine providence and synchronicity (I wrote the boring, badly written parts myself.)