When Sahar died, our world came crashing down. Every dream was shattered, every dream was broken, every dream was crushed, every dream became impossible, every dream became irrelevant, every dream became unreachable… I never, EVER thought I was going to be able to have dreams and hopes again, … ever…
And now, slowly but steadily, dreams are reintroducing themselves in my life again.
I dream of a bright blissful future with my husband, filled with love and happiness. I dream that we can live the life we always wanted to live together. I dream of a future in which I can honor my little daughter gone too soon every single day of my life: by remembering her, speaking about her, by writing on this blog, by helping others in need during difficult times. I dream of a future living closer to nature, where I feel I can connect with Sahar more easily. I even dream that someday, our future will be blessed with living, healthy children. Brothers and sisters for Sahar… Siblings that can remember her with us.
Today, I am starting to dream again, starting small, starting slowly, starting carefully. Dreaming… that good things will come our way… I have faith that they will, eventually…
Dreams should be pursued, they should be fought for, they should be chased. We should never, ever give up on our dreams, whatever happens. Because there is always hope. And where there is hope, there is space for dreaming, and there is space for making those dreams come true.
So, there’s just one short message I want to share today: