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                                                                                                   Deirdre was discharged from the hospital two days later. Her dad, mum and siblings had all trouped in and out of the ward over the last forty-eight hours. Their excitement knew no bounds at seeing the new born baby. It had been ages since the cry of a baby had been heard. Deirdre’s kid brother who had been present when her labour pains began had been the last baby in the family. She was surprised at all the love and attention she had received since the baby arrived. With the baby in her arms, Deirdre sat with her dad at the back of the chauffeur driven car. She had no excuse to be sad and gloomy! On the contrary, she had every reason to shout for joy. If she cared to admit the plain truth, God in His mercies had caused His Face to shine on her.   When she got to her parents’ home, she laid her baby to rest in the beautiful cot adorned with teddy bears. Deirdre stood for

                                                                                                                               “Push”, Dr. Adams coaxed one more time.  Deirdre Johnson pushed with all her might, and as if a hurricane swept through her body, a tiny mass of well formed flesh and bone left her in a swift moment as Dr. Adams brought out a perfect little baby boy. She was exhausted and felt limp. She had been in labor for the last one and a half hours, after her parents and younger brother had gotten her to the hospital that night at about 9:15 pm, when the contractions had started. She had given birth at exactly 10:55pm that same night. The tiny cry of her baby touched her heart as she strained from the delivery table to look at him. The nurse had turned him upside, and had given him a slight tap on the bottom. “I told you, it was going to be a boy”, Dr. Adams said, smiling at her and getting ready to stitch her up. She had incurred a tear. Her baby was quite

Alice Brown is sent to Kuwait as a missionary by the Africa World Missions in Nigeria. When she gets there, she and the other missionaries encounter stiff opposition and gruesome hostility from the Moslems in the area.  After sometime however, she eventually meets Abdul Hassan, the head of the Movement, who is strongly attracted to her. He tries unsuccessfully to blackmail her into marriage- the only condition he offers to allow her and the other missionaries get on with their work in Kuwait. As the pressure mounts, Alice finds her heart opening up to Abdul and can’t deny the attraction she feels for him. But she is torn between her faith and commitment as a  Christian and his religious inclinations as a Moslem, although he professes his undying love for her. What should she do? Should she compromise and do whatever it takes to protect her work and give the other missionaries a chance in Kuwait? Or should she listen to her heart and believe God’s word which says: Love Never Fails?