I stopped by Larry’s Blog and found this wonderful post about praying for widows in India. My novel, CROOKED LINES, to be released August 3rd has half of the novel’s setting in India. Having traveled to India many times, I understand the plight of widows. While in India, just ten days after the tsunami, we were in the home of a school headmaster and a small barefoot little girl wearing ragged clothing came in asking for help. After the child left, we asked about her situation. The headmaster told us that the girl’s father died a few months back, and according to village traditions, the mother had to shave her head (so no man would look at her) and stay inside the house, in mourning, for one full year. The woman could not go out and work to support her children, or even go out to shop. Yes, widows in India need your prayers. Thanks for the post, Larry.
I was raised in a farming community in rural Northern Illinois where farmers helped their neighbors. If a farmer became ill, his neighbors helped take care of his livestock, planted or harvested his crops, fixed equipment, or whatever had to be done until the farmer was back on his feet again.
If the husband died, the neighbors helped the widow transition through her grief to her new life. Whatever needed to be done, the farmers helped her out. All of this was a part of being a good neighbor.
This has been a part of my cultural mindset since my childhood.
Let’s look at India:
For over 40 million widows in India, life is a desperate struggle for survival. They’re blamed for their husbands’ deaths, they’re forsaken by their families, shunned by their friends, and despised by their communities.
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