The Reunion

The Reunion

It is about a woman who searches for her children who disappeared suddenly and does not know their fate and suddenly they appear in her life after hardship

Maria had never given up hope. Even after ten years of silence, she still believed that her children were alive somewhere, waiting for her to find them. She had lost them in the chaos of the war, when the bombs rained down on their city and they had to flee their home. She had been separated from them in the crowd, and despite her frantic efforts, she could not locate them again. She had searched every refugee camp, every hospital, every shelter, but there was no trace of them.

She had moved to a different country, hoping to start a new life, but she could not forget her children. She had named them Omar and Aisha, after the prophets of Islam. They were twins, born on a sunny day in spring. They had inherited her dark eyes and curly hair, and they had the most beautiful smiles. They were smart and kind, curious and playful. They were her everything.

She worked as a cleaner in a hotel, earning barely enough to survive. She spent her free time browsing the internet, looking for any clues that might lead her to her children. She joined online groups of missing persons, posted their photos and details, contacted various organizations and agencies. She prayed every day for a miracle.

One day, she received an email that changed her life. It was from a humanitarian worker who claimed to have found her children. They had been rescued from a rebel group that had kidnapped them and forced them to become child soldiers. They had escaped with the help of a local militia and were taken to a safe house in a neighboring country. They were alive and well, but traumatized by their ordeal. They had been looking for their mother too, but they did not know where she was or how to contact her.

She could not believe it. She cried tears of joy and gratitude. She replied to the email immediately, asking for more details and proof. The humanitarian worker sent her photos of Omar and Aisha, now teenagers, holding signs with their names and dates of birth. They looked older and thinner, but they were still recognizable as her children. They had the same eyes and hair, the same smiles.

She booked a flight as soon as possible, using all her savings. She did not care about anything else. She just wanted to see her children again, to hug them and kiss them and tell them how much she loved them. She packed a small bag with some clothes and gifts for them, and headed to the airport.

She arrived at the safe house after a long journey. She was nervous and excited, wondering how they would react to seeing her after so long. She knocked on the door, holding her breath.

The door opened, and there they were. Omar and Aisha, standing in front of her, staring at her with disbelief and awe. They recognized her instantly, and ran into her arms. They hugged each other tightly, crying and laughing at the same time.

"Mom!" they said in unison.

"My babies!" she said.

They looked at each other's faces, marveling at the resemblance and the changes. They exchanged stories of what they had been through, how they had survived, how they had hoped to find each other again.

They thanked the humanitarian worker who had reunited them, and thanked God for His mercy.

They decided to stay together as a family, and start a new life in a peaceful place.

They had lost so much, but they had found each other again.

They were happy.

The end.