One might say my life has been tragic. Yet, as I sat in pain in the hospital I raised my tired hands toward the sky, palms facing in, fingers spread, and I gave thanks.
I love you so much, Sahra. You will do wonderful things. Have courage and believe in yourself.
I knew right then and there that I would become as courageous as I needed in order to keep him safe. I thought of the soldiers and bullets that I hid from in Asmara. I would stand and fight them to keep Fili safe.
Eritrean people are strong and caring. And despite all that we had been through we were brimming with optimism. Our country was on the verge of huge change.
Whether I felt strong and courageous or not, I would now have to be for my baby boy.
Please remember, no matter how hard it seems and no matter how badly you feel you can always become courageous.
I could get through this. I would be strong because I was so close to achieving my dream of having my kids together.
