A journey from having Hope to finding Heaven

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Thursday, August 14, 2008 || 9:09 AM

a sojourn .... through her brother's eyes

When people come and speak of pain and suffering then I would not know what to say. Here I shared a day when a brother shared part of his sister’s story through his own eyes. A nation struggling for freedom from its oppressors. Israel was formed and no body knows why people hurt others except for it being a fear based decision. It is a passionate path of destruction and victory that people in the middle east have witnessed and experienced over millennia. There is no way there could be a brother’s story, a sister’s story and no story from how I saw it.

Life is about finding the courage to let go of the past so a new tomorrow may be welcomed. Amidst our pain, we must seek courage, amidst our resentment we must experience courage, amidst our fears we must find courage, amidst our loneliness we must become courageous,
Past is a place to let go off, a place never to return to, except maybe in our tender memories and pleasant conversations. Past is a place where we find strength from the love we knew. Fear of losing is the most wasted emotion. What we have we can never lose. What we do not have we can never lose. So there can never be a sense of loss, a feeling of loss.

I write this book for the brothers and sisters of today who are growing up to be men and women of tomorrow. Brothers and sisters gather their courage in their strife and woe, in their play and pranks. They are there for each other. An older sister often assumes the role of a mother, an older brother – a father. What happens an older sister is in grief, who does she go to, when the parent is missing? A pet always helps for comfort and solace, a hug or a lick. It is the younger brother who shows up. And just by his presence she finds the strength.

Rabab met her son after years of struggle merely for visitation, and the first time he glanced at his mother he did not have nice things to say. His gaze was one of love and his words were harsh. The look was his, but his words were his fathers. A devout lady of peace, modern in her ways and actively part of the rising consciousness, all she had was her love and place of peace and in it she delved to find the strength to forgive his words. In her mind she still saw her little angel that she had left behind, that day when she held him along with his sister close to her bosom and promised them that she would be back. She had no idea that, it would be the last time she held her child, her first born at 17. He was 17 now as old as she was when she had him. Despite the cold and harshness, she found the courage within her to forgive him, accept him and love her boy. She knew it wasn’t him, it was his “not knowing” that was being reflected in his manners.

Rabab gives me strength to know that my children have to be allowed to live their life. All I can do is love my children both unconditionally and eternally. That is the least and most I can do, everything else will always find a way to be in place and fill up the nooks and crannies, curves and bends. I know every mother in the world trapped in a relationship because of her children and her own limiting beliefs will find strength in the knowledge that in the end unless I love myself wholly and unconditionally, I cannot love anyone even my children completely. Thank you Rabab for sharing your story through your brother to the world, and inspiring us. Thank you for giving me the courage personally so I may live the truth.

Every moment of her waking hours she spent thinking of and speaking of her children. She made people who never had seen her children fall in love with them. I am sure when she slept she dreamt of her children and traveled with them through clouds and astral realms. The only time she smiled or seemed cheerful was when there was mention of her children. When she had the court order of visitation rights, she saw her son but not her daughter because she was a divorced mother who had seemingly abandoned her children and worse than everything she did not have the veil on covering her face. She was in the Hezbollah area of southern Lebanon with the veil covering her head out of respect, but her best effort of wanting to belong wasn't good enough. .....

Until we meet, all my love,

Aug.14th, 2008