The morning ends... evening comes

It was a hard thing to accept the decision which is contrary to your ideology. But sometimes, we need to give up and to get out from the shell which i were keeping since the time being. Leaving my family is like tearing off my self into pieces. Most often than not, i always shared to them that, i have to go out from the place where i was born and I need to continue this life i have chosen, not only for my own benefit but also theirs. There are series of misfortunate events that i have encountered, and looking back where i started is like a misdemeanor and feeling like it is killing me. Never let go, never gives up.

Staying alive in the place where nobody believes that God is a merciful Being is the most important for an expat can do for the sake of his loved ones whose homes are across and miles away from the dessert and crossing our fingers that there is still hope out from this barren and dry land.

Working and tilling the land which i did not own and in this country which i have never been accepted is like a continuous pain that lingers me momentarily. Working and serving these people quite painfuf. I stayed here in the desert just because i need to tend my family's vineyard. And this is where God leads me to be near to my family and to Him. No other road in life that is sweet and encouraging than this road that leads me to where i am now.