My bleading heart |
My heart
filled with faith, hope and love; always faithful to my babies... and hope for
their babies. There was no bigger duty for me than making my children happy. I
knew they were the most important treasure in my life. They were my greatest
power for living, breathing, smiling, and my happiness. They were my reasons
for living.
I put all
the efforts I had to achieve success with them. They were all of who
I was. They were the most beautiful piece of art I had...; the dearest
creation in my life.
I thanked
God for such a gift... I did school trips with them. I was the chef,
the driver, the cleaning lady, and the one who earned the living... and I
was happy doing all of it, except the abuse from their father which
never stopped. At least several times a month the police will come to
my house for the abuse my ex put me through... physical, emotional, verbal name
calling.
In the Arab culture it is OK to
call your wife a dirty Jew... My life was a nightmare. I was trapped, no
help at the time for abused women.I didn't want to rock the boat for the children. I needed it for them to have both parents. I left him three times. He would not support us. My friends had to do a collection for us to be able to keep food on the table and a roof over our heads.
The last time he told me, “If you leave me I will make sure you will never see your children.” He is a monster evil one when my daughter was born he told me another whore in the world. That was his opinion about women. I am going to stop writing about the hell he put me through.
However
what I am going to say to all the girls and women around: our greatest glory in
life is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. I like to
believe that I did... I waited in the darkness for twenty two years and
now I can appreciate the miracle of sunrise. Good hearts are ones of the
richest gifts of Judaism... My heart is open to you, children of mine. You
are for life welcome into my life and my heart... whenever you want!
I love
you babies. Your Jewish mother
With
love,
Mom........
27 Jul
2008
YB
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