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His name is Ahmed and the first thing you will probably notice about him is his smile. He has such a winning smile, hiding so much of what had happened to him before he came our son, our all American boy.
Ahmed is disabled, he uses a wheelchair, a case of Cerebral palsy, when he was born he was virtually abandoned, a brother only a few years older was left to take care of him. Childen taking care of Children is not so rare in a country that is ravaged by war.
Ahmed was brought to our attention first by our nephew who was serving in the war, he knew that more than anything Kevin and I wanted to have a child, but we had not been blessed in that way and adopting was our best option.
But a non muslim adopting in a mulim country, especially an American is not an easy thing. They make it next to impossible, but what is impossible with man is possible with God.
It took almost two years of prayer, and wondering, praying, and tears to be able to have our boy brought to us. Ahmed was so tiny when we first came to Iraq to bring him home. But in time he began to blossom, he began to grow in more ways than one.
He's eight now, such a bright boy too, he does well in school, he plays t-ball on a special team, loves to play on the computer or with his Nintendo DS.
Our precious boy has also now accepted Christ into his life. What a blessing Ahmed has been, my all American boy.