“I Wish You Were My Mother… Take Me With You”

I had not yet walked far from the Amaneh infant home when a childlike voice echoed in my mind: “I wish you were my mother… take me with you.” A small hand gripped my sleeve and squeezed my heart. I turned back, but I had left my whole heart right there among those small hearts, children who were waiting for a safe embrace and a mother to care for them. But really, what is our share of this longing?

I wasn't a few steps away from Amina's nursery when a child's voice sounded in my mind; I wish you were my mother... take me with you; A small hand that took my sleeve and squeezed my heart, I returned, but I left my whole heart right there among the same small hearts for the children who were waiting for a safe and motherly hug to be a mother for them, but what is our share of this longing?