The Soup, Pablo Picasso 1902
I ran across this picture when looking for images that might represent a moment that has etched itself upon my mind while studying and reading Mariam - The Little Arab by Amedee Brunot in our formation class. The story read like a novel. After refusing to convert to Islam at the suggestion of a protector and fellow servant, the Little Arab, as she is fondly referred to, was taken her to a dark alley and her throat was slit open as she lay there being left for dead. This occurred on the September 8th, 1858, which is the Feast day of Our Lady's Nativity. She recounted to her Novice Mistress as follows,
“A nun dressed in blue picked me up and stitched my throat wound. This happened in a grotto somewhere. I then found myself in heaven with the Blessed Virgin, the angels and the saints. They treated me with great kindness. In their company were my parents. I saw the brilliant throne of the Most Holy Trinity and Jesus Christ in His humanity. There was no sun, no lamp, but everything was bright with light. Someone spoke to me. They said that I was a virgin, but that my book was not finished. "