I have been thinking of what brought me to America, and yes loosing my legs did, but I am starting to see that there is more than that. I am only thirteen but it does not mean I can not think of faith. I am Muslim, but have been thinking alot about the man called Jesus one of the girls at the hospital has been telling me about, and I am thinking I need to pray about this. Pray to Allah! I know that converting to Christianity can be dangerous for myself and my family if we return to the Middle East, but perhaps a way will be made for us to stay in America.
I think I would like living in America.
I know that I am grateful that in America I am learning to walk on prosthetic legs. I may not have my own legs anymore but at least I can walk with these plastic legs. Its a good thing.
Maybe one day I won't even need the cruthces, and even if I do at least i am still walking.
It's important to have a good attitude, the therapists that talk to me about what happened when I was hit by that road side bomb say. I am trying my best to keep a good attitude, but sometimes I get sad about what happened.
If I hadn't been injured I wonder what my life would be like?
I don't know but I am going to do my best to get stronger, so I can leave the hospital. I am praying Allah will make a way for us to find a home in America. I think I would feel safer here.