I’ve not written in a while……. not because I haven’t wanted to but because Aysha is forever curled up against me, curling my hair around her nose
Ali got back yesterday after his holiday, he brought me back a rather stunning silver and amethyst ring. Didn’t see him for long as within a couple of hours he was back out partying. Yesterday was a particularly difficult day. I woke up with pangs of excitement to have my baby back home, skimmed through facebook on my phone and read that a friend had just lost her only child, a strapping 20 year old boy
The journey to the airport was riddled with guilt, as I was about to hold my son close to my heart again my friend would never ever again hold hers. As I was planning how to welcome my son back home my friend was planning a funeral. I shed many tears yesterday, as I ordered flowers to send her I wanted to howl. Why is life so cruel sometimes?
She has lost her child forever, she loved him from the moment of conception, she carried him in her womb for 9 months and then spent 20 years doing everything she could to keep him from harms way…….. and all I can do is send her flowers
Shafelia Ahmed has also been playing on my mind. She’s gone, justice has at last been served but what about the hundreds, possibly thousands of girls still alive, Still living in fear of their lives, still gagged by a false sense of loyalty to parents who want nothing but to fuel their own pride
The world is an unjust place and I’m still sitting on a mountain of paperwork which I am ignoring on my road to fostering. In my mission to make the world a better place I seem to fail miserably x