December 13, 2008
BeGone BeGone Rashes BeGone :(
I told him that I can't wait until I see my mother; I haven't seen her since June.
He told me he hasn't seen his mother since 1990. Fadhel was a soldier in Sadam's military, the same one that invaded Kuwait.
He escaped the regime. Then, Saudi held him captive in the desert for ten years, that's when he lost communication with his mother, siblings, wife and unborn child.
The United Nations intervened and sent him, along with the rest of the captives, to the US where they were considered refugees.
Years later, in Oregon, he reunited with his wife. He saw his son for the first time. His son, Sibi3,was in middle school.
His wife reconnected Fadhel to his mother.
Tonight, Fadhel is going to see his mother for the first time in 18 years.
We're landing together, then he's making his was to Basra, Iraq.
Many thoughts came to mind, and my questions to him were endless.
He barely answered any of them….not to my satisfaction at least.
He seemed quite composed. He didn't seem too emotional. He didn't seem eager.
He didn't seem nervous. He wasn't scared. He was happy. Just happy.
18 years of parting.
I still can't get over it.
I asked him how he felt, several times, but he failed to accurately express his feeling and thoughts.
I wanted to know exactly how it feels to miss someone, to part with them, for so long, for Too long, and finally see them again.
I want to know.
I wanted to know if he ever gave up on seeing her again.
I wanted to know if he's afraid of what might have changed.
I wanted to know if he fears her disapproval or that she might not be proud of who he is today.
I wanted to know. I want to know.
He was very calm and collected…until he saw the land from the plane's window.
For my own personal Eighteen Years;
an under-appreciated masterpiece:...أنا أقدر اغالب في البعد جرحي وأخلي العين تضحك والقلب مايدمع
*This is a true story - as sent to me by email*