1 year, 9 months, 5 days of waiting…

It has been 1 year, 9 months, 5 days since I’ve seen my husband. It’s been 1 year, 7 months, 23 days, that we have been waiting on his visa approval.

1 year, 6 months, 28 days, is how long my son has gone without knowing his father.

In the coming days, with one signature on one paper, all of our waiting may be for nothing.

All of our sacrifice and all of our heartache will be wasted.

I have kept quiet for too long. I was told that if we ask too many questions or push too hard our visa application would be thrown in the trash. I had faith in our system, I believed that if we followed all the rules, jumped through every hoop, shared intimate details of our marriage, showed pictures, text messages and skype transcripts, that we would be awarded. I naively believed that doing the right thing pays off.

These years and months and days have been the hardest of our lives but we refuse to give up, we refuse to live in fear, and we refuse to live our lives full of anger.
There are a lot of misconceptions about the visa process, about Syrians, about Muslims. We are too eager to believe what we see on the news. We are too easily swept up in the “Us against Them” mentality.

If anyone is reading this and is fearful or apprehensive of my husband because of where God chose for him to be born, ask me about it. I don’t have answers for all the problems or all the fears but I know that we must start somewhere.

Last night my husband told me the story of Abraham and Joseph. We talked about not losing faith and trusting in God’s time. We know that God is stronger than what any man can do and so is our love.

I wrote this post the Thursday before the executive order was signed. Now we are even more lost and heartbroken. Not just for ourselves but for the millions of immigrants and refugees whose future is now unknown.

I did not speak up, I stayed silent for too long. Now I fear that my voice cannot change the ending of our story. Even so, I will still speak out in hopes that I can change someone else’s.



Story written by Tori Morris and published with permission by Sweet Lemon Pies.

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