|Muslim community called "Tatar Bazar"|
As Dianna* walked into the room I could tell she wasn’t like other young people I had met. Her apparent seriousness showed through as if she had been carrying a burden for some time. At the same token she had love in her smile, in her eyes.
Dianna was a Muslim. Dianna is a Christian. Dianna is a Tartar. We took a “gulite” or a stroll around the city center. She showed me the usual things you would see in a Russian city, the statue and eternal flame dedicated to WWII, the house of the regional President or governor, and the statue representing a uniting between the Utmo people group and the Russians who came to live there some 450 years ago.
One day an acquaintance of hers invited her to the church a practice forbidden by the Muslims she knew. She went to a Sunday service. No one was there to meet her, no one sat with her, she knew not one soul. But, there she met God, the Christian God. When the service was over she felt freedom for the first time. But, this freedom would have a price.