The first two years of my life have been spent in the hospital. My mom left me there after I was born. I am only two years old and it is difficult for me to understand all the things that have happened since I was born.
My life started the same as others who lived in my room, they were left by their mom's too. The walls were so white that we could see each other through the slats of our metal beds, at night. I could hear people walking and talking in the distance, their voices and footsteps echoed in the hallways. The footsteps sounded like giants, I must admit, I was afraid to look when they came closer and I heard the door open. When they came in they weren't as big as I thought. They would bring me a bottle with milk and prop it up on a blanket and give it to me. I wish they would hold me and give me the bottle but they never did. They also changed my clothes and wrapped me up in a blanket to keep me warm, they would talk to me but then put me back in my bed. Sometimes I would cry but no one would come and get me. I just cried myself to sleep. The other babies in my room would cry to and only sometimes someone would come to comfort us.
Once a week some nice people would come and hold me and the other babies. They would speak so nice to us and smile and pray for us. They brought music and we really liked to listen. They also gave us some exercise and walked us around in the hallways. We could see out the window, sometimes the sun was so warm and nice. I could see the trees and grass, I wondered what it would be like to go out there and feel the wind and smell the fresh air.
A couple of weeks ago, a lady came to get me and took me out of the hospital. After two years, my mom came back for me. I was afraid at first but there was something familiar about her and I wanted to go with her. For the first time I got to smell the air and see the trees up close. I was very anxious and nervous. My mom cried when she saw me and I cried too. I think we were both happy and afraid.
Now I am at home with my family. I have a dad, two sisters, one is older and she doesn't live with us. The other one is 8 years old and paralyzed from the waist down and can't walk. My mom carries her on her back, she has a stroller that she can sit in but it is not very nice. I have a brother too, he is big and not home very often. My grandmother lives with us too, since I have some sort of blisters all over my body, she washes me and puts lotion on my sores. My house is not so nice, when I lay in the bed I can see holes in the ceiling, my mom cries because she is afraid it will fall down on me and sister when we sleep.
We don't have any food, my dad is having a hard time finding work and my mom washes clothes for people sometimes for very little money. She has to take my sister with her when she works because she cries and doesn't want my mom to leave her.
Yesterday, two nice ladies who used to visit me in the hospital came to our house, they brought me diapers, special milk with vitamins and some special cereal. They also brought our family some food, rice, beans, flour, potato's, vegetables and fruit. The best thing they gave us was chicken, now my mom can make some soup for our whole family. My mom cried when they came because we have not eaten so much lately. They also prayed for us, like they prayed in the hospital for me. We were invited to church Sunday and my mom wants to go. I wonder what it will be like? We are Muslim and never went to a church before.
For two years I hoped my mom would come and get me. I wanted to be loved, for someone to hold me when I eat, to talk to me and teach me things, like how to walk. I am two and should be walking by now, but only got to practice walking when the nice people came once a week. I don't have many kilo's and need to grow but I am sure now that I am with my family I will grow faster and stronger. I think since the nice people who visited me in the hospital found our family this will help all of us.
My life has been very different and I am not sure how I feel about all these changes but I feel there is hope for me and my family! I think God has been watching out for me and has a plan for my life. This is what the people who pray for us say. I don't know what my future will be and what will happen to me but I have to trust the people who are in my life now. I have to trust that they won't leave me again, I have to trust that they will take care of me, it is good I am with my family no matter what the conditions. Right?! What else can I do? I am only two!
Lean on, trust in, and be confident in the Lord with all your heart and mind and do not rely on your own insight or understanding.
Proverbs 3:5 (Amplified)
