A little bit before the 1940s Fawzia was born to pious parents, Yassa and Genevieve, who were leading a deep spiritual life and were adorned with many virtues especially charity.
When Genevieve was in labour, she suffered greatly. Matta, her father, quickly headed to St. George’s church in Tahta to pray and ask for the intercession of St. George. Meanwhile, Genevieve prayed tearfully asking for the intercession of the Virgin Mary. Suddenly, amid her pains, the room was filled with a bright heavenly light and the Mother of God appeared with St. George behind her. St. George moved forward and lightly tapped three times on Genevieve’s back. Immediately, Genevieve gave birth to the beautiful child Fawzia. Carrying the newly born on her arms, the Virgin made the sign of the cross and addressed her mother saying:
“She is not yours; she is ours; but take good care of her and bring her up properly”
Those words made her parents think that she will not live for long so they showered her with love and tenderness all the time and hardly ever refused anything she asked for.
Later, while Fawzia was being baptized by Bishop Boutros of Akhmim and Sohag at the monastery of Abba Shenoute the Archimandrite, Bishop Boutros saw the patron saint of the monastery, St. Shenoute, blessing the child as he was taking her out of the baptismal font. Again, the family saw the Divine Grace that surrounded their eldest daughter.
Eight to twelve months later, during a visit to Genevieve’s parents and while they were spending some time on the roof, Genevieve carried her daughter who was persistently trying to free herself and crawl on the floor. Genvieve resisted; she was used to giving Fawzia a bath twice per day and if the little girl gets herself dirty this means an extra bath. But grandmother said: “Why don’t you leave her to play on the floor? There is no harm in an extra bath!” All of a sudden, while Fawzia was playing on the ground, she screamed and her body turned as cold as ice and she lost consciousness. Her grandfather hurried to find a doctor; he thought that she might have been dead.
Meanwhile, Genevieve saw a scorpion on the floor and realized what had happened and cried out to St. Shenoute for help. Immediately, she saw the saint flying towards Fawzia, taking her on his arms; he blew on her face and made the sign of the cross on her forehead and addressed Genevieve saying:
“Do not be afraid; she is ours!” Immediately the child regained consciousness and again life ran through her veins. That day was regarded as her new birthday.
“She is ours.” the words echoed in her parent’s minds; she will not live for long, heaven will take her back! Since that day the family vowed to visit annually the monastery of Abba Shenoute carrying many gifts with them. Abba Shenoute accompanied Fawzia until she joined the convent and all throughout her monastic life.
Later Genevieve and Yassa gave birth to four girls and two boys. They all got married except one girl who joined the convent of St. Philopater Mercurius and became a nun too.
From the cradle, Genevieve nurtured her daughter with the true orthodox faith and the practices of piety. Fawzia, later Tamav Irene, recollects :
“My mother taught me how to pray and prostrate myself (matania). I used to sneak into her room and watch her saying her midnight prayers and all the hourly prayers from the Agpeya each in its due hour.
Matania : lying on the front with face looking down as an act of worship.Agpeya : The book of daily prayers.. The sequence of prayers runs as follows : Vespers (at sunset; Compline (before going to sleep); Midnight; Matins (at dawn); First hour (around 7 p.m.); Third hour (around 9 a.m.); Sixth hour (at noon); Nineth hour (3 p.m.).
The first time I saw her prostrating herself I cried and screamed at her as she stood up and kneeled down. She stopped praying and hugged me; patting my shoulder, she said: ‘I am kneeling down to Jesus our Father and Lord.’ I asked her why are you doing so? She said: ‘Do the same as what I am doing’ I started to prostrate myself like her.
Later, I joined her at the times of prayer that were many a time accompanied with tears that were streaming over her cheeks. From my early childhood, I learned to pray with a contrite heart and pouring my soul in matanias is carved deep inside me.
On a cold night in Kiahk (fourth month in the Coptic calendar, roughly December 10th until January 7th), I saw my mother looking out through the window that faced the church of St. George in Gerga. I asked her : ‘Why are you standing there?’ She helped me stand on a chair next to her and said: “Do you hear the prayers?’ I told her : ‘Yes, I do.’ We stood there and heard a magnificent mass from the very beginning and until the very end. Sometimes we could hear those consoling masses more than once per night.
One day, my mother asked the priest of the church, why he held masses late at night, but his answer was that he never did. When my mother confirmed that she heard prayers at night, he told her: ‘You are lucky. Those are the Sowah who are holding masses. God has given you the privilege of hearing them.’ ”
Sowah : Anchorites and ascetics who have exalted spiritually and who have been endowed with levitation and movement to distant places. They defy time and location. They usually meet together and hold masses in churches at night when they are empty.
Tamav Irene relates to us her childhood experiences and how intimate was her mother’s relation with the Virgin. She says: “One day, when I was very young, boiling water was spilled over my legs and they were all covered with blisters. Despite using various ointments, they never healed. My mother prayed and asked for the intercession of the Virgin Mary. Suddenly I felt a light gentle breeze of air passing over my legs and all the burns and blisters disappeared; I was totally healed.”
Tamav Irene recalls another miracle of healing.
“My mother suffered from frequent pain in her stomach. The physicians of the small town of Gerga were unable to help. She traveled to Cairo and again the physicians failed to cure her. She returned to Gerga still suffering from pain. At that time she had four children, each only one year older than the other.
Our house in Gerga was located next to the Church of the Virgin Mary and many passers by were either coming or going to the church. One Sunday morning, I was standing next to my mother in the balcony while she suffered from great pain. Watching the passers by on their way to and from the church, she felt sorry for herself; she was unable to attend mass or receive communion. I cried when I saw her face flooded with tears. She patted on my shoulder consolingly. I told her: ‘Mother, please do not cry, Our Lady, the Virgin Mary, will heal you’ That night, she saw in a vision the Virgin Mary dressed in a heavenly blue gown that was adorned with bright stars. She asked my mother: ‘Why are you crying?’ My mother replied: ‘My children are still young and if I die I don’t know who will look after them and bring them up in the true Christian faith. Please, My Lady, grant me life until my eldest daughter becomes big enough to look after her brothers and sisters?’ The Mother of the Light calmed her down saying: ‘Come with me, I will take you to a clever physician’ My mother replied: ‘I have to ask my husband for permission first.’ The Virgin replied: ‘Would he object if you told him that you are going with me?’ My mother replied: ‘Of course not; may the peace of the Lord reside in you, Lady’
Mother of the Light: Egyptians often call the Virgin ‘The Mother of the Light’ i.e. Mother of Jesus who is the Light of the world.
Then my mother left with the Virgin in a carriage that was waiting for them. They passed through fields and beautiful green gardens until they reached a huge building. In its hall, there was a room that had a bed and a doctor in it. The Virgin addressed the doctor saying: ‘Come George, examine her.’
He replied: ‘But, my Lady, you know that her case is over.’ The Virgin replied: ‘She has asked for my intercession and I have asked my Beloved Son for her sake and He has granted her to live for more. Will we leave her ill?’
As my mother lay on the bed, the Virgin asked St. George to put his hand on her abdomen. He replied: ‘Your hands first, my Lady.’ The Virgin placed her hand on the spot of pain and the great martyr St. George put his hand after her. They pressed bit by bit on the abdomen and the chest until what looked like a ball of rotten meat came out of her mouth. They put it in cotton wool and placed it in my mother’s hands. ‘This is the cause of your illness.’ they said and then took her back home.
As soon as she arrived, she woke us all up, and related to us what had happened. She also showed us the ball of meat in the cotton wool. Immediately, our father asked us to join him in a hymn of praise to the Virgin (Theotekia) and a hymn of praise to St. George the great martyr (Doxology).
Genevieve lived for many years and gave birth to other children. She lived as long as she has requested; until her eldest daughter, Fawzia, later Tamav Irene, grew up and joined the convent. All of the children saw in their parents a living example of love and prayer and witnessed their strong relationship with saints.
Fawzia’s parents and grandparents were very generous to the poor. Added to the money and goods that they gave them, when Genevieve cooked for her family she always made enough to cover a share for the poor. When her daughters returned back from ‘The Catholic Nuns School of Gerga’, she used to send them with the cooked food to the poor families’ homes and give each according to his needs. This done, the family gathers around lunch in joy and gratitude to the Lord.
One day, one of her daughters asked: “Mother, isn’t the money we give them enough? Why do you exhaust yourself in cooking too?” Genevieve answered: “With money, they will always buy their very basic needs but they will never buy or cook this kind of food.” Genevieve made sure that this be done in secrecy; either at two p.m. when it is very sunny or in the evening when the streets of Gerga have very few passers-by. If any of her children excused himself whether because it was very hot or very dark, Genevieve used to tell them that the Lord Jesus protects from any danger all those who do good .
Genevieve so loved the poor and the acts of mercy that good has never parted her home. Anybody who knocked at her door was given bread and food. One day, her husband noticed that she has been distributing bread and food from morning till evening; assuming that there is no bread left, he told her: “You’d better bring more yeast and bake”. Genevieve answered in faith: “We will bake only on the scheduled day every week.”
Tamav Irene tells us about how her family was strongly attached to St. Michael the Archangel. Genevieve hung his icon in the prayer room beneath which there was an oil lamp that was always lit. She feasted on his commemoration day, every 12th day of each Coptic month, by making bread and pastry. In the evening she used to put the bread before the icon and next day she would find a cross made by St. Michael on one of the loaves. She took this loaf and put it in the flour to become a blessing for the store rooms all the year round. The bread covered all their needs and the needs of the families they helped.
Regarding the acts of mercy, a big merchant in Cairo who knew Yassa, Tamav Irene’s father, tells us about how he is greatly indebted to him for his now very successful career. Yassa taught him the tools of the trade and was very generous with him. He supported him until his business flourished and until he became a very well known merchant. He relates to us about Yassa’s Christian attitude towards all his employees and all those who came in contact with him. He says:
“Yassa was very well off and was the owner of a very successful business in trade. I was one of his employees. He was accustomed to choose the day on which he made most profit each month and on that day he would ask all his employees, who were many, to pass by his office one by one before leaving. He would put all of the income of the day in a drawer in his desk and whenever an employee came in, he would open the drawer a little bit and grab from it some money without counting and give it to him.
He gave us this sum in addition to our monthly salaries. Each handful was different from the other but in it each of us found that it fulfilled his needs. In other words, the employee who had many children it fulfills his needs and the employee who needs less finds enough for his needs. Everybody was happy and content with what God has sent him as a blessing.”
Genevieve raised her daughters in an atmosphere of love for helping others. As an example, their neighbour, a paralyzed lady living with her brother and his wife, was often left alone when they traveled, Genevieve made sure that she is taken care of by her daughters. They helped her eat, clean her room and fulfilled all her needs. Moreover, Genevieve also sent with her daughters a lot of food and sweets to the orphanages that were very poor and had no facilities at that time. She encouraged her daughters to help the orphans cleanup their place and she asked them to take their measures to sew dresses for them. Fawzia spent her day praying with them and reading the Bible.
Practicing these virtues at an early age was the seed that the heavenly father provided for the young heart opening up to new spiritual depths.
Mrs. Faika Yassa, the sister of Fawzia, tells us about the holiness and spirituality that she has witnessed.
She says: “From her early childhood, Fawzia was a faithful and obedient child. She loved God from the bottom of her heart and prayed, fasted, practiced confession, received Holy Communion and attended Sunday School regularly. She strictly followed the Coptic Orthodox faith that she cherished and was always anxious to keep pure.
I recall, once there was a lady, whose husband worked in the town hospital, who followed the protestant sect of ‘Salvation of Souls’ though all her family were orthodox and though that her aunts from her father’s side were nuns in one of the orthodox convents in Cairo. This lady held religious meetings at her home attracting the simple-minded to her wrong beliefs. Not only this but she also managed to hold weekly meetings in the Orthodox church of St. George with the consent of its priest against the contribution of money. Unfortunately, this attracted many followers of the orthodox faith who were eager to hear the word of God.
One day, Fawzia was invited to attend one of those meetings that have become very popular. Fawzia attended the meeting until its end when she heard the lady asking the attendees to raise their hand if they have been redeemed. Fawzia was upset to hear those words and started befriending the girls who attended those meetings and invited them to her home to tell them about the ‘true faith’ and warn them from the teachings of that lady. She spoke to them about redemption, the importance of constant vigilance and repentance and the importance of confession. She related to them the story of St. Macarious whom the devil fought until the last moment in his life. As his spirit was leaving his body, the devil said: “You have achieved salvation, Macarious”. St. Macarious kept answering: “Not yet” until he reached heaven and then said: “Only now I have achieved salvation”.
With God’s grace and with Fawzia’s never wavering faith she attracted many and the number of attendees of this meeting dwindled. The lady found out that Fawzia, who wanted to become a nun, was behind it all. She wondered and underestimated the faith of the young girl. In the next meeting, the lady, full of anger towards Fawzia, insulted the great martyr St. George by saying that he is just an ordinary person and that there is no such thing as saints or martyrs. Moreover, she insulted nuns and mocked at them in an inappropriate manner. Fawzia stood up and criticized her, word by word, regarding what she said about St. George, the prince of martyrs, and about the angelic life of nuns.
The lady was struck with an epileptic fit and fell on the floor. Fawzia addressed the attendees saying: “Look! She is possessed by an evil spirit. Is it right to follow the devil?” The responsible for the Sunday School classes was one of the attendees, he admired her and later visited her family and encouraged her. But on the contrary, the priest blamed her. Defending the ‘true faith’, she boldly answered the priest: “Father, the martyr will be angry if that lady comes into this church again.” Later she visited Father Hanna Salama, a pious priest, and spoke with him. He comforted her and promised to do something about this matter.
On the same day, at two after midnight, the church was wondrously lit and the neighbours heard some clatter inside. They rushed in to find St. George circling around saying: “This lady must not be allowed to come into this church again” Since that day Fawzia become more special to Father Hanna Salama; he supplied her with spiritual books of which I remember ‘The Homilies of St. Jacob of Serug’ and whenever he held private masses, he asked her to attend.
The abundant grace of God has accompanied Fawzia since she was born and it was natural that God supports His chosen one. He surrounded her and her family with care and enveloped her spiritually. This spirituality lasted with her all her life.
In August, during the two week fast of the Virgin, our sister abstained from food until the evening and broke her fasting with some bread and salt. She refused to eat all kinds of fruits. Once our mother offered her a fruit but she refused and excused herself by saying that it has a bad smell. She strictly fasted during the regular periods of fasting of the church and lead a very ascetic life.
She and her friends spent most of their time at the Virgin’s church in Gerga. Not only on Sundays and Fridays when masses were held but also on most of the days of fasting; they spent their time in holy meditation and fervent prayers then cleaned the church and finally ate some plain food and returned home.
Fawzia has committed herself to clean the church regularly because on the first time she did so with her friends, they received a consolation from heaven. This was on the twenty first day of the Coptic month on which the church regularly commemorates the Virgin Mary. The idea of cleaning the church triggered when she saw that the priest was old and was unable to take proper care of the church. Dust covered all the benches and accumulated heavily everywhere; moreover, the church was full of spiders. After a hard day’s work with the help of her friends they managed to clean the church thoroughly and as they were about to leave, the Virgin Mary appeared to them with a smile on her face and said: “I am grateful to you for cleaning the church of my God and Son and which is dedicated to my name” She then blessed them and disappeared.
Since then, Fawzia regularly and happily cleaned the church on Saturdays. As her younger sisters, we accompanied her and spent the whole day in cleaning and singing praises. We noticed how she efficiently distributed the responsibilities to each of us. Managing things was one of the gifts bestowed upon her by God.
Also, God has granted her when she was very young the gift of consoling those who are older than her… I remember a neighbour who had lost her son and whom nobody was able to console. Fawzia visited her regularly and each time read for her verses from the Bible until she was comforted.
Moreover, she was gifted too with spiritual transparency through which she saw forthcoming events. One day, she said: “Let’s finish what is in our hands quickly because our neighbour will send her granddaughter to ask us to help her. After half an hour exactly our neighbour’s granddaughter was knocking at our door and said: “Please come, my grandmother needs you.” We were astonished and asked how she has known this beforehand; she humbly answered: “ It was the devil who gave me this idea to fill me with pride and thus fall spiritually”.
And now back to memories that were recorded by Tamav Irene herself about her mother’s strong faith in St. George:
‘My mother had a heavy gold necklace which she used to wear on occasions only and after the occasion ends, she used to take it off and put it back in its box. Once, being busy with one of my brothers, she temporarily put the necklace in a pillow case until she finds the time to put it back in its box. Later, the maid came and as usual put the pillows in the balcony to expose them to the sun for some time. The necklace fell unnoticed to the street. At that time there were construction works in a neighbouring building. Finding that the necklace is not in its place, my mother realized that one of the workers in the neighbouring building has taken it. So, my mother called on St. George to bring it back.
When my father returned from work, he noticed that she was disturbed though she tried to hide it. And when he knew that the necklace was lost, he asked her not to be concerned about this incident. She told him that she has faith in St. George whom she has asked to bring it back. My father’s response was: “Does St. George have time for such things … the necklace is lost and the one who has taken it might have been in need of money.” As soon as those words were uttered, they smelt a strong scent of incense and St. George appeared and placed the necklace in the room before them.
Tamav Irene tells us about another miracle that has been performed through the intercession of St. Ebraam (Anba Ebraam, a saint who was the Bishop of El Fayoum in the late nineteenth century and who is known as the friend of the poor (1829-1914):
In our house we had a big picture of Anba Ebraam who is held in high esteem by our family. It was placed on a table and has not yet been hung on the wall. My mother often received some of her friends from church and a few neighbours too. Our town was small and all the families knew each other and my mother was always careful to avoid gossip. One day, on a visit to my mother, some of the ladies started gossiping about one of the families. My mother was careful not to hurt anybody’s feelings so she indirectly tried to change the subject but she failed. Finally, she looked at the picture of Anba Ebraam and inside her asked for his intervention. Immediately, three knocks on the table were heard but when the ladies looked around there was no one. The gossiping started again but this time the saint was seen coming out of his picture and with his hand banged on the table. Unable to interpret the meaning of this event, my mother told the ladies that the message is ‘instead of gossip, we should pray for those people’.
Tamav Irene proceeds to tell us about her grandfather Matta El Faizy and how much he loved the church:
‘My grandfather used to gather all the members of the family every evening to say the prayers of Vespers (sunset) and Compline (before going to sleep) followed by reflections on some verses and a story or two after which we went to sleep.
Being an archdeacon, my grandfather spent a lot of time at church during the holy fast of Lent. And even at the age of seventy, leaning on a staff, he spent most of his time standing up in prayer. Every now and then he would rest on a bench in the churchyard and many-a-time he was visited by a small child who had a small ring in one of his ears. The child would pull him from his garments and say : “Stand up Grandpa to pray … stand up Grandpa to pray” This child regularly visited Grandpa for two years. One day, Grandpa was very tired and this small child came to wake him up. Grandpa said : “I must catch this child and see whose son he is!” Grandpa ran after the child who had already ran into the church then into the alter. Grandpa waited for him to come out but he never showed up. So Grandpa asked the priest about the child and was told that it must have been the martyr saint Kyriakos who is known as Abou Halka (the one with a ring).
Archdeacon : Title given to a person who is in charge of vergers.
Vergers : Those who are responsible for doing some simple duties during church services.
When Grandpa heard this, he sat down and cried saying : “Forgive me God’s martyr.” He prayed and fasted for three days and on the fourth day the child showed up and told him : “Stand up to pray, Grandpa.” To which he replied : “Forgive me God’s martyr! I ran after you!” The child said :”I forgive you, Grandpa.” The child appeared to him daily until the day of his decease and a strong relationship developed between Grandpa and the child martyr. Grandpa used to ask him to pray for the sick before God. The next day he would give him an answer whether this person will be cured or he will depart and that after all this is God’s will.
Saint and martyr Kyriacos : St. Eulita was born in Asia Minor (present-day Turkey) at the end of the third century. As the daughter of nobility, she grew up to be a rich woman. She was also a good Christian, who spent her time in prayer and helping the poor. Eulita was married at a young age, and she bore her husband a son, named Kyriacos. However, shortly after his birth, tragedy struck the family when Eulita’s husband suddenly died.
When Kyriacos was about three years old, Emperor Diocletian began his persecutions against the Christians. Worried about her son, Eulita took Kyriacos, along with two of her maids, and fled to Seleucia in Syria. However, the situation there was no better than where they had come from, so they left and traveled to Tarsus. The governor of Tarsus, Alexandros, was also very cruel and blood-thirsty, and was known for killing Christians with his bare hands.
Eulita and her companions lived as strangers among the people of Tarsus, and were soon arrested and brought before Alexandros. Eulita realized that it was an invitation from God to martyrdom, since she could not escape persecution. She decided in her heart to remain faithful, and to endure all kind of pain until the end. Her only concern was the well-being of her son, Kyriacos. When Eulita was presented to Governor Alexandros, he asked her, “What is your name, you beautiful woman?” Eulita answered, “I am Christian.” Showing irritation, he said, “So you follow Jesus whom the Jews crucified!” Her reply was, “I call upon His holy name, though I am not worthy.” The Governor then asked, “Do you know that our emperor ordered the extermination of all the Christians?” Eulita answered, “Yes, I know.” Finally, Alexandros shouted and her saying, “Aren’t you scared of death? Don’t you want to save your beauty?,” to which Eulita replied, “Governor, you must know by now that all Christians are willing to die for their Lord the Christ. Your cruel tactics and severe abuse will only strengthen their faith.”
Alexandros became even more angry, telling his men, “Bring me that child from the Christian woman, throw her on the ground, and whip her with lashes made of cow’s nerves. She must learn how to answer me.” The soldiers grabbed Kyriacos from the arms of his mother and gave him to Alexandros. Eulita was then thrown to the ground, and they began to whip her.
The governor looked at Eulita, who was now covered with blood, and asked, “Why don’t you come back to your senses and save your life, and your son’s too? For if you agree to sacrifice to the idols, I promise to release both of you.” Eulita replied, “You surprise me with such an offer, which even a child like my son would not accept.” Alexandros then said, “In this case, let us ask the child.” He looked at Kyriacos and said, “Son, would you agree to worship the idols?” However, to everyone’s surprise, Kyriacos answered, “Your idols are made of stone and wood. My real God is Jesus Christ.” When Eulita heard her son’s words, she was filled with courage, and shouted, “I am Christian; I worship the real God Jesus Christ who made heaven and earth.” Kyriacos then started yelling, “I am Christian, I am Christian.”
The soldiers started beating Eulita again, but she endured the pain with joy, giving her son a practical example on how to remain faithful until the end. In the meantime, Alexandros was trying to attract the child’s attention by playing with him. Kyriacos kept shouting, “I am Christian! I am Christian!” The governor became even more angry and threw Kyriacos with all his power to the ground. Kyriacos hit his head against one of the concrete steps, and died instantly, to receive the crown of martyrdom. He was only three years old.
When Eulita saw her son fall dead in front of her, she sighed with relief, since she was sure that he went to Jesus in Paradise, and that she did not have to worry about his future. She lifted up her eyes to heaven and prayed, “Thank you my Lord because you considered Kyriacos worthy of receiving this glorious crown. I ask you now my Savior to take me also, for this is my ultimate desire to be with my son in the Heavenly Kingdom, where we can enjoy Your presence with us for eternity.”
Eulita’s words angered the Roman governor, and he ordered that she be beheaded. He also ordered that the two bodies be thrown in a garbage dump.
Eulita was executed on July 22, 305 while repeating the words, “I am Christian. I am Christian.” At night, her two maids took the bodies and hid them in a cave near Tarsus. When Emperor Constantine ascended the throne, he built a church in the same place where the mother and her child were martyred. Today, parts of the relics of those two saints are preserved in St. Mary’s Monastery in the valley of Nitron. There is also a historical church bearing their names in Tahta.
Tamav Irene tells us about the virtue of charity which she has witnessed in the life of her grandfather Matta El Faizy :
‘I used to accompany my grandfather wherever he went. I remember my childhood days very well; they are carved in my memory … My grandfather was a timber merchant and he also owned a hatchery. When I was very young, I used to go with my brothers and sisters to his office and at the end of the day he would call Moussa the driver to drop us back home but I always insisted to stay with him. Thus, I accompanied him wherever he went until we returned home on condition that I do not tell anyone about what he is doing and I used to promise that I will do so. Then he would ask me :
“What will you tell your grandmother if she asks you where you have been.”
And when I replied : “I will tell her that I do not know.”
He would say : “No … this means that you are lying.”
I used to reply : “Then what should I say, Grandpa?”
He used to reply : “Tell her to ask Grandpa.”
We used to ride on a horse carriage that was loaded with vegetables and fruits. Grandpa also carried envelopes that had sums of money inside them. When we reach a needy house, we would get off the carriage and knock on the door and as soon as we hear the sound of the latch being lifted, he would put down what he was carrying in front of the house and leave quickly before being seen. This is how he reached out to relief the needy by himself. When we finally returned home and my grandma asked where we have been, he would tell her that he had work that had to be done.’
Tamav Irene proceeds to tell us more about the early days of her childhood which reveal that her desire to become a nun has occupied her mind ever since:
I had a small chapel that had three pictures in it; one of Our Lord Jesus Christ, the second of the Virgin and the last of St. George. All the three were anointed with holy oil. Before them was an oil lamp that was always lit and fresh flowers that I brought daily. I longed very much to join an orthodox convent but I knew none so I asked the Catholic nuns of my school if I can join them on condition that I take my communion and make my confessions in my Orthodox church but they refused.
“We can build for you cell on the roof,”, my father suggested and jokingly added that he will be the head of the convent but I longed to lead a monastic life in a convent.
My mother’s sister, Aunt Mofida, nicknamed Dida, shared with me the same longing for monastic life. She was a little bit older than me and we played together the role of nuns on the roof and we fasted for long hours and practiced asceticism in quest for the angelic life of nuns. We were eager to grow up quickly to become nuns and measured our heights daily with a piece of rope to see how much we have grown. In between us we agreed that the older joins the convent first followed by the younger.
Dida was very beautiful and the family kept pushing her to get married. Finally, they succeeded to get her engaged. Before the marriage ceremony took place, Dida prayed tearfully before the Virgin’s icon saying :
“They are forcing me to get married and I want to be a nun”
Emerging from the icon, the Virgin Mary said :
“Tell your mother that if they do not allow you to become a nun, the Virgin will take you as a bride to the Lord Jesus Christ.”
When Dida told her mother about the vision, she thought that it was just an excuse to escape from marriage and while Dida was making cookies and biscuits for the wedding ceremony, she was struck with a severe headache and immediately fell dead.
Dida was living in another town and since I received the news of her death, I have not stopped crying. I loved Dida and I shared with her all my aspirations. At that time I was very young. At once, we travelled to offer our condolences to Dida’s family and attend the funeral. After spending the night there, I woke up and saw a vision. I saw many luminous virgins in white apparel wearing diamond-like crosses and crowns on their heads. One of them was Dida. My heart was filled with happiness. I said :
“Dida! How come! Who are all these?”
Dida answered : “Those are virgins. Some of them were nuns and the others wished to be nuns but were unable to so they lived a life of chastity and God equaled them to nuns. Today, we are going for a visit to martyr Saint Demiana and the forty virgins to celebrate with them their feast. I asked for the permission of Our Lord Jesus Christ to visit you to console you and to tell you how happy I am and to ask you to stop crying.”
I told Dida : “Take me with you. You look so beautiful. Take me with you .”
Dida said : “Ask for the permission of your mother first and I am waiting for you.”
Being always obedient to my parents, I ran quickly to my mother and said : “Dida! Dida is downstairs with many virgins, may I go with them?”
My mother said : “How come!? Tell her that we need you with us.”
Back to Dida, I said : “It’s a pity. My mother doesn’t agree. She said that they need me.”
Dida answered : “Do not be sad you will become a nun and you will be a mother superior and you will have many spiritual daughters, then finally you will join us.”
I asked Dida : “Tell me about you!”
Dida said : “We are in paradise and we are very happy. It is very beautiful and what makes it so beautiful is the presence of Our Lord Jesus Christ in it.”
Later, I related what happened to the rest of my family. We were very happy when we found out that that day was the day of the commemoration of Saint Demiana and the forty virgins.
Near the end of the third century, there lived a Christian man named Mark. He was the governor of el-Borollos, El-Zaafaran, and Wadi al-Saysaban districts in the Northern delta of the Nile River in Egypt. Mark had an only child named Demiana; her beauty and virtuous character were legendary, and her father loved her dearly. Demiana’s mother reposed in the Lord when she was a young child, and her father did his utmost to raise her a virtuous Christian.
Demiana loved to pray and read the holy books in the seclusion of her room. When she was fifteen, her father wanted her to marry one of his noble friends, however, she refused. She said she had devoted herself as a bride of Christ and intended to live in celibacy and serve the Lord. Demiana requested her father to build her an isolated house on the outskirts of the city where she could live with her friends, away from the world and its temptations.
Her father granted her wish and built her a large palace in the wilderness. Demiana changed the palace into a Coptic orthodox convent for nuns, living the monastic, ascetic life with forty virgins. Demiana was their abbess; they spent their time fasting, doing handiwork, reading the holy books and praying fervently to God.
At that time, Diocletian, the pagan emperor, began to torture and kill Christians who refused to worship his idols, Apollo and Artemis. When Mark was ordered to kneel before the idols and offer incense, he refused initially; however, after some persuasion, he consented to worship the idols. When news reached Demiana that her father offered incense before the idols, she reproached him severely. “How could you deny your Savior who shed His blood to save you? … What you did, my father, is cowardly and shameful”, she said. Her father was moved by her words and bitterly repented.
Mark traveled immediately to Antioch to see Diocletian. He made the sign of the cross in front of the emperor, soldiers, princes and all people, and declared himself a Christian. Diocletian was furious and said, “I have tried to keep our friendship but you insult me in front of all”. He ordered Mark to reconsider but Mark refused. The emperor ordered Mark to be beheaded by the sword. The feast day of his martyrdom is commemorated on July 12th (Abib 5th in the Coptic calendar).
When Emperor Diocletian learned that it was Mark’s daughter, Demiana, who had persuaded her father to return to worshiping Jesus Christ, he ordered one of his commanders, who was a prince, to attack her palace with one hundred soldiers. Diocletian ordered him: “First, try to convince her to worship our idols by offering her riches and glory, but if she refuses then threaten her, torture her, and even behead her and her virgins to make her an example for the other Christians.”
Demiana saw the soldiers approaching, and prayed to God to strengthen their faith. She told her forty friends: “If you are willing to die for Jesus’ sake then you may stay, but if you cannot withstand the torments of the soldiers then hurry and escape now.” The forty virgins replied, “We will die with you.”
The prince relayed Diocletian’s message to Demiana by saying: “I am an envoy sent by Emperor Diocletian. I command you by his orders to worship his gods so that he may grant you whatsoever you wish.”
“Cursed be to the messenger and him who sent him. Are you not ashamed to call stones and wood, gods? …There is no other God in heaven or on earth besides the one and only true God – the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost – the Creator, who has no beginning and no end; the omnipresent and omniscient God who will throw you in hell for eternal condemnation. As for me, I worship my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, and His Good Father and the Holy Spirit – the Holy Trinity – I profess Him, …and in His name I will die and by Him I will live forever.”
The prince was enraged with Demiana and ordered her to be placed in the Hinbazeen (squeezing press) until blood poured on the ground. When they put her in prison, an angel of the Lord appeared to her, touched her body with his illumined wings, and she was healed of all her wounds. She was subjected to additional tortures, but through it all her faith sustained her. The prince issued an order for Demaina and the forty virgins to be beheaded. Their martyrdom is commemorated on January 21st (Toba 13th in the Coptic calendar). St. Demiana received three heavenly crowns: for her virginity, her endurance of torture and her martyrdom.
The patron saint of Demiana was Abu Seifein (St Philopater Mercurius).
I prayed and asked for the intercession of St. Demiana. I told her that I do not want to be a burden to my father, pray that God sends me a treasure with which I can build a convent that encloses between its walls those who want to lead a monastic life.
I asked God in all my prayers to send me that treasure and to arrange for all matters. One night, while praying tearfully I saw a luminous beautiful young man who said :
“Why are you crying? What belongs to you in all this house except those two pictures! Go to my convent.”
I asked him : “Who are you?”
He answered : “I am a martyr and my name is Abu Seifein” (literally holder of two swords) and then he placed the two icons between my arms and disappeared.
To say the truth, I have never heard of or read about a martyr called Abu Seifein. Next day, I paid a visit to Father Boutros (Peter) the pastor of the church of the Virgin and told him about what I have seen and asked him about the martyr. He opened the Synaxarium (a book that has a compilation of hagiographies of Saints and Martyrs, along with some Church-related events, arranged in the order of their anniversaries) and let me read the story of the life and martyrdom of Abu Seifein on the 25th day of Hatour (December 4th). It was the first time I read this.
Next day, while I was saying my prayers asking for God’s assistance, I asked the martyr to show me how to join his convent. Again, I saw him before me and he repeated exactly the same words of yesterday.
I informed Father Boutros again about this vision. I also told him that I am afraid of conceit due to the many visions I have seen. He answered : “Be patient, he will do something.”
In spiritual life they call this a right strike in the sense that many consecutive heavenly visions might lead to self-conceit and thus pave the way for the devil to arrange for a quick fall in the spiritual life and stray away from God. A left strike is the opposite. It is a series of consecutive falls in spiritual life that might lead to desperation in the relationship with God and thus cause us to stray away too. Both lead to the same thing but in different ways. The devil uses anything, whether good or bad, to achieve his means.
What Father Boutros expected happened on the third night. I saw the martyr in an officer’s uniform and he said :
“I want you in my convent in Cairo.”
Astonished, I said : “A convent in Cairo!”
He answered : “I will take you with me to see the convent. A few of the nuns will be receiving some of their relatives and one or two will see you and ask you whose relative you are, do not give an answer, just smile.”
I asked the martyr to make the sign of the cross. He made the sign of the cross and said : “Let’s go. Do not be afraid!”
Always when we see visions, we ask whom we see to make the sign of the cross first to be sure that the vision is from God’s side and not a false apparition of the devil pretending to be a saint or angel … etc.. We also make the sign of the cross ourselves as the devil cannot stand the sign of the cross.
Then, I found myself on horseback and in a few seconds we were on the second floor of the convent. There I met two nuns who asked me: “Beauty, whose relative are you?” and as directed by the martyr, I remained silent and smiled. The martyr was present but the nuns could not see him.
Then he said : “Have you seen my convent?”
I answered : “Yes, but how do I come here?”
He said : “My God will arrange for it ….”
After this I saw the railroad and the nearby Hermel Hospital and he quickly dropped me home at Gerga.
By God’s providence, Omena Maria, a nun from the convent of Abu Seifein in Cairo, came for a visit to Gerga to see her sister who lived in a small village called El Sheikh Allam on the east bank of the Nile. Gerga, where we used to live, lied on the west bank.
Omena (literally mother in Arabic) or Tamav (literally mother in Coptic) precede the names of nuns. Tradition has it that only the mother superior’s name is preceded by Tamav and all the rest of the nuns by Omena just for distinction.
Omena Maria’s visit was during the fast of Jonah and she used to attend mass in Gerga in the nearby Archangel’s church. A friend of mine got to know her and told me that she has met a nun from the convent of Abu Seifein in Cairo and I asked her to put me in contact with her. So we met and I invited her to spend the three days of the fast of Jonah at our place. We spent a lot of time together in my room and I told her that I would like to become a nun and I asked her to pray for me.
On the day of the feast of Jonah, my father met Omena Maria and he spoke with her for sometime. She told him about how things run in the convent. What he heard from her made him more worried and very sad too. Now he was more determined than ever not to allow me to join the convent.
Later, Omena Maria had to go to hospital to undergo an operation and I visited her several times. She promised me to ask Tamav Kiria Wassef, the mother superior, to correspond with me and I gave her the address of one of my friends.
Tamav Kiria Wassef was born in Tahata, a town in the province of Suhag. She joined the convent in 1903 and was consecrated as a nun in the same year by Father Boulos El Baramossy and later was ordained as mother superior in 1928. She departed on September 24th 1962. Tamav Irene succeeded her as mother superior.
Back to the convent, Omena Maria spoke to the mother superior and I received letters from her at the address agreed upon but one day, by mistake, the letter arrived at our address and my father received it. It said: “Take the train and get off at Giza station (a railway station in Cairo) and you will find me waiting for you”.
When my father read this, he smiled and looked at me and said : “Is it right to do this? Is it right to break the heart of your parents? What will people say about us? Let us be patient and let us pray and fast to find out God’s will. I will allow you to join the convent and I will drop you there by myself. You must go in a decent way and not by running away.”
When my parents saw that I was determined to become a nun, they resorted to fasting and prayer and dedicated a period of fifteen days preceding the fast of the nativity for this intention. Daily masses were held in the afternoon. They usually ended at 3:00 p.m. My mother was unable to attend the last mass so on that day she prayed in her room asking for God’s guidance to reveal what is best for my future.
While praying she saw the following vision:
A bright light lit the whole room and she saw angels laying something like a foundation. She asked them: “What are you doing?” They answered : “We are building a foundation for the Queen, the Mother of the King, who will be here soon.”
Finally, they placed a fascinating chair adorned with gold and jewels on the foundation and amid a host of angels, the Virgin arrived and sat on it. With profound reverence my mother kneeled before her and said: ”Peace be upon you, O Mother of the Light.” Then the Virgin said: “Have you forgotten what I told you about your eldest daughter when you were in labour? She is ours and I have engaged her to my Son. Do not be afraid, let her join the convent and she will be under God’s protection or else we will take her back right now.” My mother replied: “Let it be as you say. I will convince her father.”
As soon as my father returned home after church, my mother informed him about the vision she had seen, but my father said: “ Let’s build for her a cell on the roof, she must not go to the convent”. The prevailing idea at that time that those who joined the convent are either handicapped or blind or ……… etc.
My confessor, who was a saint, visited us at that time and was able to convince my father that becoming a nun at home was a futile idea. With his wisdom he told my father: “Let her join the convent. In a week’s time she will be back with her own free will. Your daughter is spoilt and when she starts to suffer from the hardships of the life in the convent, she will call you and ask you to bring her back”. My father agreed as he knew that at that time life in a convent was very rough.
Fawzia’s fervent prayers never ceased. She asked for the help of the saints and devoured the books of their lives and words. She sought their assistance and with their help she was able to join the convent. For example, she told us what had happened between her and St. John Chrysostom (the Golden-mouthed):
One night while I was reading a book about the life of St. John Chrysostom on the day of his commemoration, I saw that there were some unclear matters. I saw him in a vision; he was holding a cross in one hand and a golden bible in the other. He introduced himself to me and I asked for his intercession to facilitate my way to monastic life. In another vision he said: “It is all over now, I have been with your father and mother and matters have calmed down”
I went immediately to my parent’s room who met me with a smile and said:
“It is finished, we have agreed to let you join the convent”.
I said: “ I know who persuaded you” and they confirmed that they have seen St. John Chrysostom.
Saint John Chrysostom, Archbishop of Constantinople, was born at Antioch in about the year 347 into the family of a military commander. His father, Secundus, died soon after the birth of his son. His mother, Anthusa, widowed at twenty years of age, did not seek to remarry but rather devoted all her efforts to the raising of her son in Christian piety. The youth studied under the finest philosophers and rhetoricians. But, scorning the vain disciplines of pagan knowledge, the future hierarch turned himself to the profound study of Holy Scripture and prayerful contemplation. St Meletius, Bishop of Antioch, loved John like a son, guided him in the Faith, and in the year 367 baptized him.
When St Meletius had been sent into exile by the emperor Valens in the year 372, John and Theodore (afterwards Bishop of Mopsuestia) studied under the experienced instructors of ascetic life, the presbyters Flavian and Diodorus of Tarsus. When John’s mother died, he embraced monasticism, which he called the “true philosophy.” Soon John and his friend Basil were being considered as candidates for the episcopal office, and they decided to withdraw into the wilderness to avoid this. While St John avoided the episcopal rank out of humility, he secretly assisted in Basil’s consecration.
The saint spent four years struggling in the wilderness, living the ascetic life under the guidance of an experienced spiritual guide. For two years, the saint lived in a cave in complete silence, but was obliged to return to Antioch to recover his health. St Meletius, the Bishop of Antioch, ordained him deacon in the year 381.
In the year 386 St John was ordained presbyter by Bishop Flavian of Antioch. St John was a splendid preacher, and his inspired words earned him the name “Golden-Mouthed” (“Chrysostom”). For twelve years the saint preached in church, usually twice a week, but sometimes daily, deeply stirring the hearts of his listeners.
The fame of the holy preacher grew, and in the year 397 with the death of Archbishop Nectarius of Constantinople, successor to St Gregory the Theologian, St John Chrysostom was summoned from Antioch, and elected to the See of Constantinople. At the capital, the holy archpastor was not able to preach as often as he had at Antioch. Many matters awaited the saint’s attention, and he began with the most important — the spiritual perfection of the priesthood. He himself was the best example of this. The financial means apportioned for the archbishop were channeled by the saint into the upkeep of several hospices for the sick and two hostels for pilgrims. He fasted strictly and ate very little food, and usually refused invitations to dine because of his delicate stomach.
The saint’s zeal in spreading the Christian Faith extended not only to the inhabitants of Constantinople, but also to Thrace to include Slavs and Goths, and to Asia Minor and the Pontine region. He established a bishop for the Bosphorus Church in the Crimea. St John sent off zealous missionaries to Phoenicia, to Persia, and to the Scythians, to convert pagans to Christ. He also wrote letters to Syria to bring back the Marcionites into the Church, and he accomplished this. Preserving the unity of the Church, the saint would not permit a powerful Gothic military commander, who wanted the emperor to reward his bravery in battle, to open an Arian church at Constantinople.
The saintly hierarch denounced the dissolute morals of people in the capital, especially at the imperial court, irrespective of person. When the empress Eudoxia connived to confiscate the last properties of the widow and children of a disgraced dignitary, the saint rose to their defense. The arrogant empress would not relent, and nursed a grudge against the archpastor. Eudoxia’s hatred of the saint blazed forth anew when malefactors told her that the saint apparently had her in mind during his sermon on vain women. A court was convened composed of hierarchs who had been justly condemned by Chrysostom: Theophilus of Alexandria, Bishop Severian of Gabala, who had been banished from the capital because of improprieties, and others.
This court of judgment declared St John deposed, and that he be executed for his insult to the empress. The emperor decided on exile instead of execution. An angry crowd gathered at the church, resolved to defend their pastor. In order to avoid a riot, St John submitted to the authorities. That very night there was an earthquake at Constantinople. The terrified Eudoxia urgently requested the emperor to bring the saint back, and promptly sent a letter to the banished pastor, beseeching him to return. Once more, in the capital church, the saint praised the Lord in a short talk, “For All His Ways.”
The slanderers fled to Alexandria. But after only two months a new denunciation provoked the wrath of Eudoxia. In March 404, an unjust council was convened, decreeing the exile of St John. Upon his removal from the capital, a fire reduced the church of Hagia Sophia and also the Senate building to ashes. Devastating barbarian incursions soon followed, and Eudoxia died in October 404. Even pagans regarded these events as God’s punishment for the unjust judgment against the saint.
In Armenia, the saint strove all the more to encourage his spiritual children. In numerous letters (245 are preserved) to bishops in Asia, Africa, Europe and particularly to his friends in Constantinople, St John consoled the suffering, guiding and giving support to his followers. In the winter of 406 St John was confined to his bed with sickness, but his enemies were not to be appeased. From the capital came orders to transfer St John to desolate Pityus in Abkhazia on the Black Sea. Worn out by sickness, the saint began his final journey under military escort, traveling for three months in the rain and frost. He never arrived at his place of exile, for his strength failed him at Comana.
At the crypt of St Basiliscus, St John was comforted by a vision of the martyr, who said, “Despair not, brother John! Tomorrow we shall be together.” After receiving the Holy Mysteries, the hierarch fell asleep in the Lord on September 14, 407. His last words were, “Glory to God for all things!”
The holy relics of St John Chrysostom were solemnly transferred to Constantinople in the year 438. The disciple of St John, the venerable Isidore of Pelusium, wrote: “The house of David is grown strong, and the house of Saul enfeebled. He is victor over the storms of life, and has entered into heavenly repose.”
By God’s providence, Omena Maria came to Gerga and visited us at that time. We agreed that I go with her to the convent but on the night before we traveled, my paternal uncle Tawfik heard about it and was so furious. He hastily came to our house and addressed my father saying:
“How can you leave your daughter to do this? No! She must not go to the convent. I will not let her go! I will sit by the door and prevent her from leaving.” and he actually did as he said but when we were leaving he was wondrously asleep and we left peacefully. My father joined us later at the railway station and bought for us the tickets. When my uncle woke up, he headed quickly to the station but our train had already left.
Thus the bride of Christ began her first steps towards angelic life on April 15th, 1953. She thanked and praised God who helped her achieve her heart’s desire and as soon as she took the first step to climb up the heavenly ladder, her fervent love for God was so clear and through good strife and vigilance she progressed in virtues and managed to soar up to high levels of perfection but will the devil stand still before this ardent heart that is full of true love in its flight towards heaven?
How will a girl at such a tender age be able to pursue her monastic life among the nuns and fulfill her desire for serving others?
How she prayed, praised and worshiped God in her private life? How was she closely related to saints especially St. Philopater Mercurius in whose convent she was a nun?
What about her ardent desire to win a martyr’s crown? How she pursued every kind of ascetic practice and mastered self-discipline?
How she kept the vigilant eye of her soul alert? How she bore the burdens of others? How countless miracles were performed proving her sanctity?
What about the innumerable visions she saw? How she has become a living example of holy saints? How she strived for progress and constantly intensified her course of monastic life?
How people flocked in crowds to hear her recount endless miracles that has been performed? How she stirred the hearts of thousands in Egypt and abroad?
How humble she was despite the halo of renown which hung around her?
What about the countless miracles that are performed nowadays through her intercession from her heavenly abode?
This is what is coming next.
Finally, Fawzia, accompanied by Sister Maria, arrived in Cairo on the fifth day of the seventh week of Holy Lent in 1953. They headed first to the Coptic Orthodox Patriarchate of St Mark where Fawzia expressed her wishes to join the convent of St. Philopater Mercurius in Old Cairo. They wondered why she has chosen to join that poor and unorganized convent. Why not join the convent of the Virgin at Zeiweila (a very old suburb of Cairo)? But Fawzia was resolved to join the convent of St. Philopater in answer to the call of heaven and to fulfill the martyr’s request.
She loved the life of purity and chastity and her contemplation was on the Most High. She followed the example of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the spiritual Mother of all Virgins, who was her intercessor and heavenly mother too and who always assisted, consoled and comforted her whenever she suffered from any troubles or pain.
Heaven has become her beloved abode in which she dwelt while she was still struggling on earth.
At home, before she joined the convent, Fawzia soared up high in her spiritual life through her close relationship with the Saviour and through fervent prayers and ascetic fasts.
Deeply rooted in the fountain of the water of life, that tender budding plant sprouted quickly at the convent and pursued a deep spiritual life that very few could pursue after long struggles. She managed by God’s help to earnestly take her first steps towards the Royal Path. God strengthened and supported her to face the snares of the devil who waged a war against her from the first moment she set foot in the convent. Yet in everything she managed to conquer overwhelmingly through Him who loved her.
Tamav Irene tells us about her spiritual experiences with the various wars waged by the devil to demonstrate the power of prayer and how weak is the devil who vanishes just by making the sign of the life-giving cross. She also shows us how to conquer him and to watch out for his snares by asking for God’s help because our Saviour never abandons us.
When I joined the convent, I had no cell for some time and on the first three days I had no food or water. I did not care to ask for anything as we were in the Holy Week and I told myself let me fast harder but Omena (Sister) Tawaklia, one of the older nuns who loved to performs acts of mercy, had pity on me. She took me to her cell and offered me food and a hot drink as I felt very cold. Later, Omena Martha received me in her cell.
At that time, my father kept sending me messages asking me to go back promising to arrange for a cell at home but I always refused.
After some time, I was given an abandoned cell in the second floor. It was not suitable for living. I cleaned it and I was supplied with a couch to use as a bed. In the evening, it was very dark and I had no candles or kerosene lamps to light the cell. I spent a lot of time praying and thanked God that I have a cell. When I finished my prayers, I slept on the couch and as I had no cover I used the coat I traveled with. To say the truth, I was very happy.
Hardly had the first hours of the night pass, when I suddenly found before me a black tall creature. His feet were on the ground and his head reached up to the ceiling. He had horns and his eyes were as red as blood. He was holding a knife in his hand and threatened me saying:
“So, you have come and moreover you have a cell!! I will not leave you, I have all the time!!” and he struck the floor with the knife.
From the horror of the sight, I leapt on the couch and screamed:
“O power of God, save me! O power of God, protect me!”
and I fell on the floor frightened to death.
Omena Tawaklia, who lived in the next-door cell, heard my screams and the thud when my body hit the floor. She knocked on my door but as I was unable to move, she used a knife to open it to find me lying on the floor with an ice-cold body. She took me between her arms until I felt warm again and took me to the mother superior, Tamav Kyria Wassef, who prayed for me and rubbed me with Holy Oil. Deeply scared, I asked her to permit me to stay with her in her cell. She answered: “No. Do not be afraid! The devil is like straw, just make the sign of the cross and he will vanish! He is trying to scare you. Go back to your cell. Do not be afraid.” I returned to my cell but could not sleep. I stayed awake all night holding the cross in my hand.
Also, sometimes when I prayed and prostrated myself, I saw snakes and scorpions on the ground. The first time, I told myself: “My cell is clean, where did they come from?” I was scared and left the cell at once. “Help me! I have a snake in my cell!” I told a passing by nun. At once, she understood what this meant and said: “If you see snakes and scorpions, do not be afraid. This is the devil…. Just make the sign of the cross and all will vanish!”
Next day, I saw a big snake and when I prostrated myself, my forehead touched it. This happened many times and the confessor of the convent, Father Makar El Makary, comforted and encouraged me saying: “Touch them with your head!” and I kept assuring him that they were real. He reassured me again: “Do not be afraid! Put your head on them!”
In order not to break my monastic spiritual rules, I obeyed him.
Each nun has a spiritual rule to follow. These rules are given by a spiritual elder. The rules organize the spiritual books to read, life in the cell, individual prayers especially at night, the number of Psalms to read, the number of prostrations per day, work, the quantity of food to be eaten, etc……
My forehead really touched their bodies and when I prostrated myself carrying a cross in my hand, they disappeared because prayer is the powerful weapon that scares the devil and with patience and perseverance we defeat him.
On another occasion, on a pitch-dark night, while carrying a kerosene lamp (lantern), as there was no electricity in the convent at that time, I suddenly found someone blowing off the flame. Then I found myself surrounded by many colours: red, green, yellow, black… and heard screams all around me and finally felt something hit my body.
I kept repeating: “Save me, O power of God. Protect, O power of God.”
Immediately I felt a power carrying me and putting me in my cell.
So I told the devil:
“Now, I know your tricks and how the power of my God defeats you.”
Another time, Tamav continues:
One day, early in the morning, I went to the kitchen. I was there by myself. I filled the stove with kerosene and lit it up. The kerosene tank was next to it. When I tried to make the fire stronger, the flame rose higher and in a moment the tank caught fire. I was in a corner and to get out of the kitchen I had to cross over the fire. The flames grew higher and higher and were about to reach the wooden ceiling. With faith, I cried:
“Help me, O God of Abu Seifein… Help me, God’s martyr and watch over your convent”
Immediately, the martyr was before me making the sign of the cross towards the fire and at once it was extinguished. I was very happy that the convent was saved and thanked God and His martyr.
When I told the mother superior about it, she said:
“The sad one (meaning the devil) is constantly trying to fight you.”
All these wars were visible but later the devil used other methods. He put in my head the thought that my duties require that I spend the whole day out of my cell and thus I do not have enough time to pray and follow my spiritual rules like I used to do back home. It is better that I return to my father’s place. The thought echoed in my head: I am coming here to pray, not only to work (serve)…. I will go back home and live there as a nun.
I resorted to prayer and asked for God’s guidance. One night I saw the martyr Abu Seifein who said:
“What will you do at home after your parents die? A nun who leaves her convent is exactly like a fish taken out of water. Stay and you will be happy amid all this work. Just repeat the psalms all the time and if any verse from the Bible consoles you, learn it by heart.”
I thanked God for His love and care and since then, and whenever I had a free second, I prayed using the psalms as much as time permitted. Moreover, I carried the Book of the Hours (Psalms) with me all the time. Since that day I felt that I am living in paradise despite all the work.
The daughter of Christ pursued her way along the Royal Path which she sincerely loved and now she no longer feared the wars of the devil, instead she faced them with courage and alertness carrying the sword of the spirit (God’s word) and arming herself with the breastplate of faith, love and hope. She lived humbly and showed love towards all the nuns and novices. She served all putting before her eyes the biblical commandment of love for all and became a living example of humbleness and self-denial.
Tamav recalls those early days and says:
I will share with you some of my experiences when I first joined the convent… One day, I was in my cell and one of the older nuns knocked on my door and said: “New girl! Come and sweep the corridor.” I answered: “Yes, mother.” And as soon as I picked up the broom and started sweeping for a few seconds, she said: “You new girl! Stop sweeping!” I obeyed and said: “Yes, mother” and at once left to my cell. A few minutes later, the nun returned and knocked hard on my door saying: “New girl! Come and sweep the corridor.” I answered: “Yes, mother.” And as soon as I started to sweep again, she asked me to stop. This happened several times and each time I replied: “Yes, mother.” Finally she told me: “You were well brought up at home. The convent will not do you any favour.”
The aroma of Tamav’s virtues of humbleness and obedience spread among the nuns and the mother superior recommended her to be consecrated as a nun.
On the 26th of October 1953 (16th of Babah 1671 according to the Coptic calendar of martyrs), Fawzia was consecrated as a nun by Father Makar El Makary and was given the name of Irene (she was named after Irene the martyr of the first century). As there was no church at that time in the convent, the consecration took place in the church of Abu Seifein that is located next to the convent.
To read about the martyr Irene, go to the books section where you will find a detailed PDF about her.
Tamav Irene recalls:
We spent the whole day before the consecration cleaning the convent and the night at church where time was divided between our individual prayers and midnight praises. Our confessor spent that night with us to take our confessions. The older nuns and our confessor told each of us:
“Today you are reborn. Watch out, because after penitence and confession, all your sins are forgiven thus you are reborn.”
During the rite of consecration, we knelt down, our heads touching the ground, and we were covered with a big carpet, under which I was surrounded by a pool of tears shed during the funerary rites.
I prayed to God and said:
God, I do not deserve to be your bride. You have purchased me with Your blood and I have done nothing for You! Support me and aid me. Give me the strength and help me die towards all the vanities of the world. Make me yours only.
I was full of joy but at the same time I prayed tearfully asking God to strengthen me to follow the path that pleases Him. It was a beautiful day that I will never forget.
Every nun is given a saint’s or martyr’s name at the time of consecration. In church history, there could be different saints who carry the same name; in this case the saint should be specified. Moreover, in one convent, each nun has a unique name. Two nuns cannot carry the same name. When a nun dies, a newly consecrated nun may carry her name again.
The mother superior chose the name ‘Irene’ for me out of her great love for a pious nun who carried this name before me and who died before I join the convent.
She told me that this nun worked all day long and prayed fervently all night long which shows how precious her time was. In her last days, God has bestowed upon her the gift of healing the sick, yet she avoided meeting people and only did so when she was instructed by the mother superior, just for the sake of obedience.
She has never been out of the gates of the convent since she became a nun, not even for medical attention. By night, she used to pass by the cells of the nuns; the old and the young, the ordained and the novices, the sick and the sound, and distributed water she had brought from the well fulfilling the commandment
“I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink” Mat. 25:35
She asked God, that if he wished to give her the cross of illness, that she does not fall bedridden and that she can serve herself until the last day in her life and not be a burden to anyone. God granted her wish and revealed to her the day of her death three days before it occurred. On that day, she went to church and received communion and returned to her cell where she rested in peace.
After consecration, Irene resumed her struggle and served the nuns, especially the elderly and the sick. She did this with love and humility. Then she was assigned the task of serving the Mother Superiour beside the other duties.
Tamav relates how she spent the early days when she joined the convent and how her guardian angel accompanied her all the time.
“I worked daily from four in the early morning until ten or eleven in the evening. I spent all that time between serving the sick and the mother superior and when I returned to my cell I used to be extremely exhausted. Before I went to sleep, thoughts crossed my mind:
“Will I be able to pray? Will I have sufficient time?”
I used to pray:
“Lord Jesus Christ, please bless each hour of sleep, make it as if it is hours. Make the four or five hours of sleep as if they are eight. I am afraid that I might not be able to wake up in time for midnight praise.”
At that time there were no alarm clocks or prayer bells in the convent and each nun woke up on her own.
At prayer time, I used to hear a voice calling me three times by my name: “Irene…. Irene…. Irene…. Wake up it is time to pray.”
When I opened my eyes, I used to see an angel over my head who then moves towards the end of the bed and then turns facing me and as soon as I sit up, he disappears. Thus, I used to pray joyfully and tirelessly.
The angel woke me up daily at the same time and in the same way and each time I thanked him.
One day, I asked him: “Who are you?”
He answered: “ I am your guardian angel who accompanies you all the time.”
I really experienced the blessings of hard work in God’s house and also the blessings of always lifting up my heart in thankfulness to God.
Let me tell you a story that shows how when one works joyfully, thankfully and without complain, God greatly consoles him and gives him more than he asks for.
Being the youngest of the nuns, all the work of the convent was on my shoulders. At that time, it was usual for nuns to do a lot of work even on Sundays. One day, a nun asked me to do some work in the kitchen on a Sunday. I requested to attend mass first but the nun answered :
“The early fathers say that work is equal to prayer.”
“I must adapt to this principle in obedience to the nuns”, I told myself, and I worked joyfully from all my heart. One day, I was promised to attend the first mass next day provided that I return quickly to perform my duties. I was very happy as it had been three months since I last attended mass and received communion. I really longed for it. Late this evening, I was informed that I will not be able to do so as there are some tasks I have to do. I obeyed without any complaints and said to myself: “I will receive the same blessings of attending mass.” and thanked God.
That night, while praying, I found someone telling me:
“Come and attend mass with the Sowah and I will bring you back just in time for your work.”
Sowah : Anchorites and ascetics who have exalted spiritually and who have been endowed with levitation and movement to distant places. They defy time and location. They usually meet together and hold masses in churches at night when they are empty.
I asked him: “How will I go?”
He said: “Hold on to my gown.” And as soon as I did I found myself rising in the air and found myself in a church in the desert with a cross over it. It’s entrance was like that of a crypt and we had to bend down to enter. The church was simple yet very wide and beautiful with an air of high spirituality. I attended mass and received communion after which I was given an Orbana (Arabic for sacramental bread).
Sacramental bread (Latin: hostia), sometimes called altar bread, Communion bread, the Lamb or simply the host, is the leavened bread which is used in the Christian ritual of the Eucharist in all the Eastern Orthodox churches.
The hostia or sacramental bread, known as prosphorá or prósphoron (“offering”) may be made out of only four ingredients: fine (white) wheat flour, water, yeast, and salt.
Sometimes holy water will be either sprinkled into the dough or on the kneading trough at the beginning of the process.
Before baking, each loaf is is stamped it with a special liturgical seal. The prosphora should be fresh and not stale or moldy when presented at the altar for use in the Divine Liturgy.
After baking, several prosphora are offered to the priest and he chooses the best one for the Lamb (Host) that will be consecrated.
The remaining loaves are blessed and offered back to the congregation after the end of the Divine Liturgy (Eucharist); this bread is called the antidoron i.e. a “gift returned”, or “in place of the gifts”. The tradition is that the antidoron is eaten right away without anything beside it.
The rest of the baked loaves are distributed to the congregation.
I asked them: “Where are we?”
They answered that we are in the church of the Sowah located on the mountain of St. Anthony (near the Red Sea coast). Finally, I found myself back in my cell with the Orbana in my hands. My heart was full of indescribable consolation and spiritual joy that lasted for a long time with me.
Before I began work, I went to the mother superior with the Orbana and told her all what had happened.
She said: “You received communion! I take the Orbana!” I gave it to her and she divided it and distributed it as a blessing to the nuns.
Thus, the nun Irene pursued the life of blind obedience to her mother superior. She tells us of another experience that emphasizes the value of this virtue in God’s sight. She says:
“One day, the mother superior gave permission to all the nuns to attend the Vespers of the feast of St. Mercurius (the service of evening prayers preceding the day of the feast) in his ancient church but she asked me and another nun to attend Vespers at the Virgin’s church which is next to it.
On my way to the Virgin’s church, I thought of quickly lighting a candle in St. Mercurius’ church then go to the Virgin’s church. I heard an inner voice saying: “St. Mercurius will be cross about it.” I wanted to obey my mother superior so I asked St. Mercurius to guide me to take the right decision. I found that whenever I headed towards the ancient church of St. Mercurius, I was unable to move my legs and whenever I headed towards the Virgin’s church I was able to move them. Thus, God’s will was clear. I said: “ Forgive me Lord, I will obey blindly.” When I returned to the convent, I told the mother superior about it. She said: “God and St. Mercurius wanted to show you that obedience is better than offering sacrifices; it is good to be obedient.” I was very happy and I learned the lesson that obedience is the gem of monastic life and that God will listen to those who obey.
From that day onwards, I carried out literally all the orders given to me by my mother superior; East means East …. West means West …. and when I obeyed I had a clear conscious and my heart was filled with peace.
The enemy of all good (the devil) never ceased to take a chance to cause hardships for the nun Irene and waged campaign after campaign. She tells us about another form of his warfare:
“One day, after I was a consecrated nun, the mother superior asked for me and she was informed that I was resting for a while in my cell. The enemy ceased this chance to stir up the anger of the deputy nun and the mother superior as well. The mother superior sent for me and said:
“Leave the convent now, at once! Go back to your father’s house!” I begged her to spend the night at the convent and leave the next day after mass but in vain. She insisted despite that it was late in the evening and said: “You are not obedient! Your obedience is fake!” She scolded me and after shedding many tears, she agreed that I stay for the night.
I spent the whole night crying and prayed saying: “God, if I had not been consecrated, I could have returned home. How can I go back now?” so I found St. Mercurius (Abu Seifein) before me and said: “Do not be unhappy and do not leave. This is a war waged against you. I spoke with the mother superior.”
Next day I attended mass and went to the mother superior and said: “Forgive me mother, I am leaving. I wish that you are always well. Pray for me.” She hugged me and kissed me saying: “You are my dear and beloved daughter. St Mercurius visited me last night and threatened me because of you.” Since then I had a special place in her heart and I was the one who served her all the time and read for her from the books of the lives of saints and of the sayings of the early fathers.
Later, when my father came to visit me, she heartily welcomed him and refused that I go back with him. She kept always encouraging me to endure any troubles caused by the enemy of all what is good. She used to say:
“Don’t you want to be a martyr? Isn’t this what you are longing for? If you endure hardships and insults and be despised, this is exactly like martyrdom.”
To be continued …..
- Tamav Erene, The convent of the great martyr St. Philopater Mercurius, Old Cairo, Cairo, Egypt.
- The countless multitudes who witnessed the life of Tamav Irene and who resorted to her for help.