88. Never say never....

Hello again. If you are surprised to be hearing from me, you aren't the only one.  I bid my farewells and swore that I would never return but here I am, one day away from boarding a flight to Kabul.   

After 15 months in the US full of sleepless nights, countless panic attacks, unbearable loneliness and a sincere effort to settle down and start a new, peaceful, happy and fulfilling life, I found myself in Mecca, praying earnestly to God to help me find a way out.  I wasn't sure of the what, when, where or how but I knew with every bone in my body the WHY.  I had a good job, I had just bought a house, I was closer than ever to my family but I had no purpose, no money, and nothing to look forward to.   

I am not sure if God heard me and answered my prayers but out of the blue, I got a job offer from Afghanistan. So with very little support and a whole lot of people angry at me, I am starting this new journey to the land that has always given me a purpose, an identity, a sense of accomplishment and a whole lot of heart ache.  Stay tuned for more.....