21/01/2024
Today marks the last day of shiva, but as an African and a member of the Kru tribe, I will be extending my mourning period for an additional 2weeks to honor my fallen mother.
She was my shield, my counselor, and my love. I remember the day she fell ill so vividly. I rushed to the hospital, clinging to the hope that she would recover and we would all have another miraculous testimony to share.
At first, I was optimistic when she was admitted to the critical care unit, believing that God would answer my prayers, just as he always had. I held hands with my siblings, singing our covenant song - a song of victory and an urgent plea to God for help.
It felt like a distress call from a soldier in enemy territory, desperately seeking extraction. We prayed fervently in our favorite language, reaching out to God at headquarters. But there was no response.
I felt devastated and still do. Why didn't God answer my prayers? Was it that my mother had completed her mission on this earth and was being called to join the celestial choir?
I cannot find the answers, but I know that on that fateful Sunday, God did not respond to my pleas. My heart is heavy with grief..
