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My Path

This afternoon as I was driving down the open fields of the long winding country road behind my house I was captivated by the icy green fields extending over miles and the glistening long river that ran through the fields.  I felt care free and at home surrounded by such beauty.  I suddenly realized how I had an endless list of possibilities ahead.  I thought of the journey I had ahead and the years of solitude I would have once I had done my job of being a mother.  But I did not want to sit in a quiet room sipping cups of tea and watching telly. I always knew that my life had a different purpose.  I wanted to be a voice for the voiceless in countries extending farther than the west.  I wanted to be centered right in the middle of a conflict and be a walking stick for the ones who had no one standing up for them.  My need to help people and my love for caring and giving kindness to others and being ever so forgiving is no longer a curse to me as I have always thought, because the voiceless are the ones who will not take advantage of my kindness, and even if they do, it does not matter. I believe that we all have a special path to lead in life. 

My wish is to spend my days in the deserts of the Sahara, in the refugee camps of Darfur interviewing women who have been put through sexual torture during wars of conflict, who have been robbed of their honor, and have lost their loved ones and are now destitute with children and little or no food.  I want to write the stories of the lives of these brave women and bring them to the attention of the world, of the UN so that these women may have different stories to tell someday. 

I want to travel to Syria and visit the Yazidis who are being treated worse than animals for their unique natural beauty and their amazing culture.  I want to hold the Yazidi women while they cry of the pain that groups like ISIS have caused them, I want to wipe away their tears and promise them that their days will get better, and that I will try my utmost to bring some light into their lives.  I want to take my children Palestine and show them what life is really like so that they may appreciate their lives. I want to meet the many mothers in Palestine who have lost their children all too soon and I want to embrace them and look into their eyes so that I may see first-hand the grief they go through every day. I want to understand their pain.  I want them to know that they are not alone, the world has not forgotten about them. I will visit these women, rape victims, tortured women and girls ravaged of their innocence forever, and childless mothers who see no light any more, and I want to write their stories, take their pictures, have the world read about them so that the human race may wake up and realize that we must bring about change or else there is no hope for future generations and for the human race.  This is what I plan on doing, this will be my career and probably my new husband.  The way I see it my career is something I will always have passion for, my career will never let me down or disappoint me, and will always understand me….that in my book is the perfect recipe for a good husband!!!!
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