I have a daughter... she's not quite Nivar's age. But I have deeply enjoyed the years I've had with her. She has her own personality. We have our own little jokes. We have secret phrases that no one else understands. And she loves candy... especially suckers.
So while my daughter is safe at home with a fully functioning heart, I'm doubly burdened by the weight Nivar and her family have carried all these years. Why wasn't she treated earlier? Why are there so few healthcare options in an oil-rich country like Iraq? Why was she born this way at all?
Did GOD do this? Did Saddam do this? Could we have done this?
These are things that I'm beginning to talk about with my daughter when we pray for little girls like Nivar.
One of the "heart surgery kids" my daughter became most attached to was a baby named Daryan we tried to save a year ago this week. He died. My daughter is remarkably unfazed by death. She still talks about Daryan and prays for him weekly.
Sometimes I wonder if I should I be more like her?
While Nivar's dad steps outside to get a break and smoke a cigarette, I'm sitting here with Nivar alone in Istanbul thinking how much she's like my little girl. Thinking about sending my daughter through those harrowing doors into heart surgery brings tears so easily. Every time I see these kids cry in the face of the unknown; every time I see them play through the discomfort; and every time I see them enjoy a sucker in the sunshine I remember that these dark shadows in which they live simple prove the existence of a blazing light; a better reality. Because for all the questions left unanswered in the face of injustice, we can agree that shadows prove the light.
Keep up with Nivar's progress through her heart surgery at preemptivelove.org/blog
Music courtesy The Autumn Film
Thoughts On Nivar, My Own Little Girl, And Injustice major field of study medicine | |
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