Chasing Greatness :A Journey Of Hope

chapter 2: miracle

The years that followed my birth were filled with both hardships and small victories. My mom and dad, though young and still learning how to navigate life together, worked tirelessly to build a future for us. It wasn’t easy—nothing about our life ever was. But in those moments of struggle, I saw the kind of strength I would grow up to admire.

My dad’s business with digging boreholes began to bring in a little more money, and for the first time in years, my parents were able to breathe a little easier. But even with this, my mother’s worries never seemed to disappear. Another child was on the way, and the pressures of being young parents in a tough world weighed heavily on them both.

But it wasn’t just the daily struggles of survival that would shape me—it was the growing tensions between my mom and dad. His love for women became something my mother couldn’t ignore any longer. Though she tried to keep the family together, a shift was coming, one that would affect everything we knew.
   
My cute sister was born, and she was the definition of a goddess. Her name was Wealth, and everyone was overjoyed by her arrival. But even in the midst of this happiness, there was tension between my mom and dad. A girl was always calling my dad, and it was obvious  that my mom knew something was going on Yet, she chose to stay silent about it.

Though my dad had his flaws, especially his love for women, he was also a loving man and a good husband. Despite his mistakes, he still had qualities that my mom admired, and she tried to look past his shortcomings.
As time went on, I was 4 years old, and my sister was 2. By then, going to Europe through Libya had become so common in our state that nearly every family sent their children, regardless of age, in search of greener pastures. It was a way to escape poverty and find a better life.

One day, my dad decided to go, too. I was too young to fully understand what was happening, but I could feel the shift. I remember seeing my mom crying as she waved him off, watching him board the bus. I didn’t know where he was going or why, but the sadness in my mom’s eyes told me everything I needed to know.