A mother that lost her young boy in a war . She missed him coming through the door , on this day . She missed his hug , his laughter in place , when he used to scream " Happy Mother 's Day to my wonderful mom " and continue saying in a funny way , " I 'm the luckiest guy on earth to have a mother like you . Seriously mom look at me , you brought someone like me into this life , that defines how amazing you are " and the laughter used to increase and her prayer for him too . . But , today she 's searching for her wonderful man , who used to fill the house with joy , but she can 't find him , she checks his room , his photos … She recalls the memories since he was a little boy , what he used to say with his gift , but the thing she remembers most is that he never forgets to say " I can 't imagine living in this life for one day without you mom " … These words killed her and every time she recalls them , she mumbles : " Who says I can ? Daily , you are taking me from this life hundreds and hundreds of times at night … " He is in a better place , that 's what his sisters tells her when she talks about him and cries . All these words that have been said to turn off the fire in her heart , are not working , because her heart is still wounded , missing her only son who used to make her the happiest mother on Mother 's Day and every day ! War . This monster that kidnaps soldiers in war , steals them from their mother 's lap , to break their hearts into millions of pieces . What would their mothers say on Mother 's Day ? What would she feel while her heart never stops bleeding , missing her son who left one day without having a chance to say what he wants to say ; maybe he thought he would come back home safe , maybe he never thought that his life will end there . It doesn 't matter what he thought , what matters is that he is not here anymore … . She is the mother that is living her life in the memory of her son , her hero … All her other children are still around her . She gets the gifts , she gets the flowers and they all hold her on this special day like every day with tenderness and love … but through their laughter and warm hugs , her eyes are staring at the door . . she is still waiting with her pain that kills , missing her precious son and to feel how wonderful she is for bringing such a wonderful son like him into the world . But the feeling will never be felt again the day he left world , and the echo still comes to hear ears : " Happy Mother 's Day to the most wonderful mom on earth . . " The moment comes , when we have to say goodbye . Goodbyes not for the end of a relationship between us and our loved ones , but to see them returning away overseas . A piece of us leaves with them . The heartaches that grows while we stand there trying to accept the reasons that takes them back to the place they call their second home . We can do nothing but pray for them to get there safely . Everyone has someone who lives overseas , who can 't find the opportunity in their own country to work . They are forced to leave , leaving behind them their families and friends , the friends they were raised with . At some point they have to sacrifice in order to live . It 's not easy to leave the place of your birth , that will always leave them feeling torn . Always missing the places they used to go when they were kids . The memories still stuck in their minds as they traveled the whole world . Even if they became rich and famous , they will always want to go back to the places where they used to go as little kids . Always have that desire to relive the moments , the moments that became their past when they had to leave overseas for a living . It used to be harder to leave . There was no internet to connect to family , sometimes it took months to receive a letter from loved ones . The phone calls were too expensive to make . The trips took longer , and to be a world apart from each other really meant to be apart . In the past , things were harder than nowadays . These days , it 's much easier . It 's true that technology has made the world a small village . The letter that used to arrive after a month now arrives in a minute , or a second , by email and Fax . Cameras can allow us to see a person in any place in the world . All these things have helped people to keep in touch with each other . And also erased thoughts or doubts that people used to have , when they had no idea where their loved ones are now living . They used to wonder where they lived , what the country looked like . These days , it 's enough to Google the place , type the country name and But still we can 't ignore the danger of traveling , of crossing the seas to live in another country . Still not easy to be accepted , especially for parents , they always wish to have their children around them . Living with them in the same country , in their home . Technology can 't erase that feeling of pain when we wave goodbye to our loved ones and watch them disappear away . Even if we know that after they leave we are going to send them messages via facebook , or make a skype call with them , or email . The ache will stay , the distance still stands between us . Wishing they are here at this moment , we recall the food they like , and wish we could send them even a bite . We recall the places where we were with them , the laughter , specific words they use and that we love to hear them say . It makes us smile to recall those moments from the past , but even if they are writing to us , still our eyes are wet because the distance is still there to pain us . Worse though is the plane accidents that happen every year . Thousands of people moving between their country and another , who never make it to their destination . Killed while they traveled , coming down into the sea , some bodies lost , others so damaged they can 't be recognized or identified . While they float in the ocean , their families and friends are waiting for them in an airport . How painful it is to wait for someone who will never come back again ? Technology can do nothing about that . It can 't ease the hurt of their families , it can 't change the bitter fact that they gone and will not return . How many people have been lost in the skies , and in the oceans and seas ? The danger of flying is always there , the possibility of never seeing our loved ones again after they travel away overseas . Every day a huge number of people are moving from country to another . Some of them are now saying goodbye for the last times to their families , but they don 't know that yet . Some of them left their home last night only to find after they arrived that their mom or dad or one of their families has passed away . Would they have left if they knew it was their last goodbye , or would change their life forever , losing someone they love . Airports are full of travelers , some who are welcoming people with happiness and tears of joy , and others who are waving goodbyes with pain and tears of sadness . Are they going to see them again , who knows ? Others are postponing their flights to spend more time with their friends and family . Some others are afraid to leave at all , or decide to return to their country to live the rest of their lives with their family . The flights taking people overseas hide so many things . The possibility to see people again and the possibility to never see them again , that too is always there . Nothing could describe our happiness when we open the door and see our loved ones surprising us after they 've been overseas for years . The feeling of joy and pleasure to see them again is beyond description . And nothing Jinan He was born like many other children , filled with love and innocent . He had caring parents as he recalls , they use to hold him and protect him in his first years . They taught him how to walk and how to talk . They used to run towards him and wipe his tears when he fell , just like any other parents would do for their child . He 's the youngest in the family , his brother was 12 years old , and his sister was almost 10 when he born . He used to wait for them , for when they come back to the place where they all sheltered under the bridge , to play with him . Usually they left that place early in the morning while he was still sleeping , and often they came back late after he was asleep . His mom was so special , she was the only person who was always around , his dad used to disappear , sometimes for weeks . As a little baby , all that mattered to him was to play , eat and sleep . He was too small to know what 's going on with his family . Newly arrived to life , he didn 't know yet that there is lot to go through , didn 't know that his life will be a battle , that he 's just one new fighter in this family he was born into . He didn 't know yet the name of the place he lives , he used to think it 's home , but his family name it hell … That became clear after he turned 6 years old . It was a sunny day when his mom told him to put on his dirty torn clothes and be ready for a long walk . " A long walk where ? " the boy asked , “… but mom I want to stay here and play " . With a strict look , his dad ordered him to obey his mom . The boy kept silent and bowed his head . His clothes were dirty as usual , you wouldn 't know it had different colors . His face were dirty as well , he didn 't have a mirror to know how he looked . Maybe if he did he would know why people ignored him in the streets , why they looked at him in a disgusted way . He loves to leave what he calls home , to enjoy the sunshine , because where he lives the rays of the sun can 't find their way . Their place was not a healthy one . That 's the reason why the family was ofteAll he saw were strangers , people who ignored him , or who looked at him in pity , who pushed him to get away from them . Happy children were everywhere , he saw them playing with their parents , laughing and giggling . He wondered why their parents didn 't leave them alone in this place like his mom did . The time passed , and by noon , he felt so hungry and wanted something to eat . He couldn 't go and just ask people to give him money , or even to give him something to eat . He was so scared and lost . He went to the garbage , started to eat the old bread . A cat made him start from fear when she jumped out from the garbage . He was crying and didn 't know what to do . He ate a little , only what he could find in the garbage , it was better than nothing . He walked around , trying to ask people to give him money . The first woman he saw sitting with her kids , he came near to her and said " give me money please or something to eat " . The woman yelled at him , protective of her own two kids . " I 'm not going to hurt them , I 'm just a kid like them " he mumbled . But she kept on yelling , telling him to stay away . The first day ended , the sun disappeared and his mom never reappeared . He sat on the street , some of those who passed by him gave him money without him asking them . He waited so long for his mom , but she never came to take him back home . He didn 't know how to get there by himself . The dogs were barking , the cats fighting in the middle of the night , the people passing grew fewer until there were no more people on the street . Only him and some other homeless people . He cried and tried to find a box to sleep in , he was very tired and wanted to sleep . All the lights were switched off , all the other kids his age were home asleep . He covered himself with bags and slept on the side of the road , where else he could go ? He thought about his mom , why didn 't she come back he kept thinking until he fell asleep . The next day , the steps of people passing by woke him , at first he didn 't ' recognize where he was … until he recalled the day before . He felt the fear again , the insecurity of the coming days . He thought about his mom and his family . He missed his brother and sister , where are they now ? Would he ever see them again ? He went to a nearby shop to buy something to eat , thankful for the people who dropped money for him while he lay on the street . He entered the shop and the man screamed " get out you dirty boy " . He ran from fear and tripped and fell . He cried from pain , from fear , from anything that might come near him . A soft hand touched his shoulder , and asked him to stand up . He looked up and saw a very nice lady with a little boy . She said " Come , let me help you up , how old are you ? " He looked at her son , he was about his age , " I 'm 6 years old " he said . She asked , " Are you hungry ? " He started crying , " yes I am " . " I saw the man screaming at you , wait for me here and I 'll bring you something to eat " . She went to the shop and bought some food and candy . " Can I have them all ? " he asked , the lady smiled and said , " sure , it 's all yours . Are you new here ? " " Yes " he replied . The woman told him that she had to leave , but she promised to check back on him every day and bring him something to eat . He felt that God was looking over him , and each day he waited for the woman , but he never forgot about his family , especially his mom . Her face kept coming to his imagination , telling him that he 's a man now . With days the small kid grew , with years he knew his reality . He wonders now about the person he once called mom , who used to be his whole world , the person who held him and protected him , is she the same person who threw him away ? Too many questions , but no one to give him answers or erase his fears . He knows the place where he lives under the bridge isn 't a home , and why the people call him homeless . He can 't go to school , he knows nothing but begging and the people who giWhenever you see a homeless person , give them a helping hand , give them food or clothes , or even a place to live . Some of them were born homeless , growing up in fear , watching people kick them , yell at them , and look at them in a disgusted way . It 's not their fault . We are blessed to have a home to live in . We have our own rooms , our own cars , money to buy whatever we want . Do we sometimes cry and feel life is unfair if our parents disagree and refuse to buy something for us ? So what about those whose life has said NO to them for everything since they were born ? Never pass by the homeless without a thought for their fate , spare a smile and some kindness . You will never know what their life has been , what they are waiting for that will never come … She sits in silence her tears pouring down , her hands shivering and dancing to the rhythm of her heart beat . It 's a glimpse into what surrounds her , a past that turns her world around . Calling out names of people who have faded away , nothing in her ears except the echo shaking her cold body . Nothing in her eyes but tears , she 's a woman in black living moments of fear … What covered her soul with sadness ? What made her wings too weak to fly as high as she had dreamed ? She had been an angel with a pure heart , no wounds caused by lies , not afraid to walk in the sunshine , wise and full of life . Now she 's an aching heart , dancing in the dark with broken wings . When she falls and another wound appears on her body , she 's content with her bleeding skin . But there are other wounds that are hidden inside of her heart . She heads to her closet to pick a colorful dress , maybe it can help her to take a step to happiness , she hope so anyway . If she could change the colour she wears , picking her favorite dress with a broken smile , she thinks she might change her dark mood for a colorful one . But standing in front of her mirror , what she sees is herself wearing black again , how come she wondered looking down , it 's a colorful dress , but a glimpse into the mirror and it 's black again … It 's the reflection of her aching soul in the mirror , that can 't allow her to be happy , won 't allow her to fool herself by covering her body with a colorful dress . She 's not smart enough to fool her soul , it 's not about her body , it 's about what lies within . When skin is wounded it bleeds , but then it heals . Maybe there will be a scar as a reminder of the wound , maybe not . But when her soul is wounded , it is a hurt without bleeding or screaming , and she is lost in a body that doesn 't know what to do . A wounded prisoner in a sad body , that can 't give up , yet can 't escape . That is the blackness in the woman 's soul … She would break her mirror to destroy the truth she 's denying … . The truth that hurts , the truth that would always be there … Leaving her room the pieces of her mirror cover the floor , they seem to her like shards of her aching soul … . Please Lord give me strength she screams silently , asking for the power to feel strong enough , to stand up on her own again . She has faith to ask God for help , to look up in prayer when everything else would turn her down . When none of those passing can give their hands to help her up , only God is willing to do that . She knows that all those who came her way may be good people , but still they turned , to become a pain in her life , turned now into illusion . The love she gave taken for granted , the friends she trusted have left her alone with doubt , and those who passed away have left her with a dead heart and a soul in pain , turning her days into black . So many questions she asks hersShe 's a young woman who was surrounded by big numbers of friends , but started to lose them one by one until she ended up alone . She has memories that she keeps of things she can 't feel or see any more . The breeze touching her face , the flowers and the trees playing in breeze , the giggling of kids and their innocent faces . Recalling them makes her feel a little alive , but all that she hears is a killing silence that she fears . She can feel the happiness of other women with their children and their men when they are pass her by , but yet she can 't dare to wish to have a family and kids too . It 's spring time and the sun is shining outside , she touches her lips making sure she 's smiling , heads to her closet to try to figure out which colorful dress to wear , picking her blue dress , she never looks at her mirror . Standing on her balcony she tries to be strong , a passing neighbor tells her she looks good today , she smiles , forgets herself and goes to see herself in the mirror , all she sees is black . Her soulful eyes fill with tears , ruining her make up , she breaks down on the floor , and breaks another mirror , it 's not her mirrors fault . Darkness is covering her life . There is only her faith left now to light up her way . She searches again and again through her faith to re - find her security and joy . She 's a blind woman fighting every day to find her way back to happiness . In the past she was a happy girl full of life . They all see her as the girl in the ever - changing colourful dresses , she has her own world . In her sight everything has changed , she has forgotten the sensation of being happy , she accepts the bitter fact , she 's a woman in black . For the young guy Jason , nothing would be the same , losing the only girl he loved is a fact he has to accept . Through the years since he had met her , she had been like a soft breeze who made his life different in a good way . After suffering from very painful issues through the years , she was like almost the breath he takes , meeting her had been the only thing to make him forget his grief … But like every guy , he had a dream to achieve , and he wanted to achieve that dream , regardless of who will lose on his way to reaching that success . He lost his track , the company he kept , the places that hold nothing but sins , he was losing the meaning of his life , he was losing the person he loved most . Achieving his dream became nothing but an excuse to do whatever he wanted to do , to run from himself and forget . From what he had been through since he lost his dad when he was a little baby . His father left his mother and him before he got to know him . And when he got used to the presence of the man who took his father 's place in his life , just when he started calling him dad , his step - father passed away . To Jason , that felt like losing his real dad , and left him in a lot of pain . Between knowing that his real father was still alive , but also feeling the grief of losing the person who taught him the real meaning of fatherhood , Jason was living his life searching for something he thought he would never find . He was searching for himself . The challenges he faced , the questions without answer he used to ask were to satisfy his curiosity . He was the guy with a big heart trying to find the lost part himself . Singing and playing music was the only things that helped him to find peace in the world . Since he was seven years old he had dreamed of being a singer one day . Even when he grew up that thought never left his mind . But life always has something to surprise him , and when he was twenty his mother passed away , leaving her young guy in the middle of nowhere . She was the one who supported him , she was his shoulder to cry on . She raised him in a great way and used to encourage him to chase his dream . Losing his mother would lead Jason onto the wrong track . Though his friends were there for him , his mother 's loss blinded his eyes and his soul and he lost his faith in everything . Losing his faith drove him into many sins , he turned his back on his good friends and never wanted to hear from them . Even the girl who he loved , he was blind enough to break her heart . He was living in denial . Denying himself , his friends , his faith , he was moving slowly into a long dark tunnel without even noticing it . As the years passed , Jason walked deeper and deeper in the darkness . He was attracted to it , through his mourning for the loss of his mom , for his step - dad , and even for the first loss he had before he recognized that he had , his real dad . Life was a battle for Jason , achieving his dream took him in a wrong direction , and in achieving it he also achieved everything he never wanted . But a wake - up call was sent to him and he opened his eyes to the bitter facts . He didn 't only lose his family , he had also lost himself . He looked around at the people who entered his life and have a bad affect on his behavior . Though he used to feel relief when he prayed , he started to fear God due to all the mistakes he had made . He had been lost for many years , but now once again his mother 's spirit surrounded him , and woke him up before he was For Jason , waking as if after he had slept for years , not only was his head heavy and aching , but even his soul . He felt that he filled it with sins , and filled his girl 's heart with agony and wounds . He recalled all the chances he missed , recollecting all the photos that held both of them , he missed being with her . Running back to her , hoping to have another chance , he called her name but she ignored him . He visited her , and although she opened the door she considered him a stranger … His tears were pouring asking for forgiveness , but her heart was frozen due to the wounds he had caused . With those wounds still wide open , she couldn 't give him one last chance , she couldn 't even bear to touch his hand . What did I do to the girl I loved the most he tried to recall , but refreshing his memory made him feel guilty for the love he had pushed away . Nothing good was left in his life , blaming himself , crying all the time , even the dream he held since he was little boy had let him down . He thought that singing was the thing that he most wanted to do , however , he stepped on everyone 's who cared for him just to achieve his dream . Between all his losses , he had , he lost himself too . He had let other 's down , he disappointed them when they were ready to do anything to stand by his side . He had pushed them all away , and now he had to stand up alone , trying to get to his faith back , and trying to rebuild his life . Sitting on his sofa , holding his guitar and singing his sad songs about himself , imagining his life as a movie that can never be happy one . The images he has in his mind are ones that were never captured on camera , those are the most valuable images , of those he loved the most , but who he is now sitting alone without . It 's not easy to be away from someone who filled your life with love , the emptiness it leaves is painful . Jason tried his best to ask his girl to give him one last chance , but all she gave him was a reflection of the way he had treated her . It 's hard to keep chasing someone when they are ruHe waited and hoped for a last chance to show her that he had changed . But whenever he met her and felt her hands like ice , no feelings appeared in her eyes … He stood there in silence watching her taking another step away from him , every step causing a new wound in his heart . It doesn 't matter now for her , but for him he 's dying silently and begging the Lord for a miracle to make her turn back , look at him and give him one last chance . She never did , and he gave up asking for her forgiveness , what was broken can never be rebuild again . Things could never be the same , there would always be a scar to remind them , there would always be tears shed when recalling the reason for this scar … . Just like when we see the sun disappearing behind the sea , we miss the moment when we take their love for granted , when we do the things that hurt them and push them away , it never occurs to us until we watch them fading away , only then we know how much they means to us . It is our decision to lose those we love , but we watch them leaving and only then realize we are left with just the darkness and the night … . Jason realized how he let his losses affect his life , by trying to forget the loss of his mother he had suffered other losses , the only girl he loved and who will never be back to his life , and himself too . So he gathered the pieces of his broken heart . He knew the mistakes he made and learned a lot from them . He doesn 't want to ask anyone to give him a chance anymore . He 's a new guy now , working on himself to be better person . Though the scars will always be there , though the tears will always flow when he misses her , it was his choice and he 's paying the price for making them . Playing his guitar and singing to entertain himself , he 's back on the right track now . He 's now aware , more than ever , he won 't ask anyone for another chance to forgive him . If people don 't want to see that he deserves it , then let it be . As for him , he will give himself one last chance , because he knows he deserves it . People make mistakes but the most important thing is that you know you are on the wrong track and get back to right one . If you apologize for what you did , that is the first step on your way to change . If they don 't accept your apology , never beg others to give you a chance . Sarah lives in the city now , has to learn to deal with this kind of life . Where the time passes so fast , people running to get early to work , as if they are chasing time . She comes from a village , a place in the mountains where everything is calm and quiet . Where all the people know each other and care for each other , even if they are in a hurry . They have the time to look at the person who 's passing them by and say good morning . But from now on , she has to get used to the city life , for the sake of her angel … . As usual , every morning she drinks her coffee rapidly , gets dressed , takes her flowers and runs rapidly so to never miss her morning customer . It 's true she has all the day to sell her flowers , but looking at this one persons eyes in the morning making her rich , not financially , but emotionally … . Those eyes fill her heart with happiness , and her day with security . " Good morning madam " , this the voice she waits to hear every morning . She looks back at that girl and says , " Good morning to you young lady , here 's your flower " . With a shining smile the young girl takes her flower and gives the dollar to the flower seller . " Thank you , your flowers fill my days with a warm perfume " . With a little cute wink from that girl 's eyes , the lady 's day is as perfect . Selling that one flower to a stranger allows her to gain not just a dollar but also a smile that will never leave her face the whole day … In her room she has a big diary , where she writes the date and details of that first flower that she sells each day . Beside every flower , she writes what exactly she saw in the girl 's eyes , what she felt when she saw her , and how much she is grateful that she met her that day . Sarah 's story began when she married a young rich man from the city . He was a very gentle and wise man who came to her town to visit his cousin . The cousin was Sarah 's friend , but she never thought that one day this would end up in love . But this is how things go sometimes , and over the course of many visits to the town , love grew strong between Sarah and Ethan , until one day they decided to get married . Her family had their concerns about the marriage , Ethan was a person from an upper class family and Sarah 's family were very normal . They were afraid that this class difference would have effects for Sarah 's future happiness . But when these fears were exposed to Ethan , he assured her that these were illusions and nothing was going to happen , he would buy a property in Sarah 's town so they could live in peace . After two years they had a baby girl , Emma . The baby filled their life with happiness , and for several more years Sarah 's life with her husband was wonderful . Love , laughter , amazing moments to remember forever , and Emma 's presence adding so much fascinating happiness to their days . Until one day , Ethan went on a business trip and never come back . The train he was on crashed and he with hundreds of other people died . Emma was only 3 years old , and for Sarah all her years burned in front of her eyes . She felt she 's been left alone , Ethan was her whole world , she felt like a stranger in the world . Though her family and her friends were all around her , she could never feel any connection to them . A couple of months later , Ethan 's brother showed up asking to take Emma to raise her in the city with his parents . Ethan 's family were against his marriage to Sarah , but Ethan had left them all in shock by moving to marry the small town girl who had captured his heart . Sarah tried to resist , to keep her daughter with her , but the powerful have ways and they took Emma away . Since that moment Sarah never knew anything about her daughter . The years went by , and with every year a piece of Sarah 's heart were dying . Only the memory of her husband was left , and of Emma 's laughter , that she seemed to hear all the time … As the years passed by she changed into another person , shaped by the tears and the pain , by memories of her angel 's giggles and her husband waving with his last smile on his face . Until one day , Sarah received a letter from a friend of Ethan 's , a letter with Emma 's address . Sarah couldn 't believe that after 18 years she might see her daughter . She packed her up her life in a suitcase and went to the city . Challenged by everything , a community that she was unused to living with , strange people she didn 't know how to talk to … The first thing she did was search for Emma 's address and try to think of an excuse to talk to her . The photos that were sent in the letter showed how pretty and wealthy Emma was . Her grand parents took care of her it seemed , but not enough , since they raised her away from her mother . Standing on the street facing Emma 's apartment , Sarah waited for Emma to leave her place . Then as if from nowhere a beautiful lady walked out the gate , talking on her phone . Sarah looked at the photo she 's holding tightly between her hands , so tense as if she was afraid she would drop it . Sarah compared it with the girl and the tears ran down her face , that was Emma , that was her daughter . She wanted to run towards her and hold her so tight , but she couldn 't . Her baby girl is there grown up to become a pretty lady . Sarah felt as if she was safe again , with a new reason to live , and a new reason to love her life . She rented a small room and with time she collected information about her daughter 's life . And with everything she needed to know she was ready , set herself up to sell flowers . Sarah 's first day of selling flowers started when she stood near where Emma waited for her driver to take her to the university . With weak steps she got near to Emma and said , " a red flower every morning will fill your day with warm perfume and add smiles to your face pretty lady " . Emma turned around and looked at the woman 's eyes , with a shining smile she said " Sure , why not . Are you new here ? " Sarah felt like her heart was stopping , not sure if it was from happiness that she was standing in front of her daughter after 18 years , or sadness from missing all these days watching her growing up . Sarah wanted to tell her that she was new in this place , but not new in Emma 's life . She wanted to tell her that she was the one who had given birth to her , but she gathered herself and said , " Yes , I 'm new in this place , I 'm trying to sell my flowers , but not all people are interested in buying flowers " . Emma smiled and said , " Well , now you have got a new customer , what about if I meet you every morning in this place to buy a red flower ? " With a little wink Emma added , " And don 't you dare to miss this appointment ok ma ' am ? " That little cute wink , her dad used to make it . Lord help me , Sarah felt drained and about to pass out , it was almost too much to handle . But yet she thanked God for finding her angel again . " Ok " Sarah said , " How can I miss looking at such an angelic face like yours young lady ? " Emma wished Sarah a happy day as she left . For the next several years , Sarah had a reason to wake up and live every morning . Emma graduated from her university and started her own work , and Sarah followed all Emma 's news . Due to the trust they built they became quite close . But that friendship never crossed that corner in the street , the place where for Sarah the whole world turned around . Standing in the cold to sell flowers wasn 't easy though , Sarah 's health started to get bad and she got a lung infection . Her face started to look ill and under her eyes there were black circles , which showed how tired she was getting day after day . Emma used to check on her and offer to take her to the Doctor , but Sarah didn 't want to , all she used to say was " I 'm fine , I don 't feel any pain " . Sarah was afraid to miss a day of seeing her angel 's face in the morning , and she would convince herself and her daughter that she was fine . One day Emma came to the place to buy her flower as usual , but she couldn 't find Sarah . She was worried about her , standing in the middle of the street looking left and right , trying to find someone to ask about the flower seller . A man asked her " Are you looking for your friend ? " Emma turned quickly and really concerned replied " Yes , have you seen her today ? " He said " Unfortunately , we found her this morning lying in the street , I think they took her to ER " . Emma interrupted him and asked , " do you know where she lives ? " The man was surprised , " You don 't know where she lives ? " Emma replied " No , she never told me " . The man smiled , and said " in a little room under the stairs " … Emma was shocked . She went to check the room , the door was unlock , the room had one bathroom , but not even a kitchen . When she stepped into the room she stood powerless , not believing what she was looking at … Photos of her from when she was a little baby , but she never had photos when she was that age . She saw Sarah 's diary where she had written alongside every flower she had sold Emma , how she had felt to see her Angel 's eyes . In the drawer she even found the letter that had caused Sarah to move to the city . Emma couldn 't believe it , she recalled how every year on mother 's day Sarah used to say , " Here this is another red flower for your mom on her day " . Emma used to reply , " Thank you but my mother died when I was a little girl , my grand parents raised me " . Emma recalled that she used to see tears in Sarah 's eyes , she though she was feeling Emma 's loss and pain . Then Sarah used to give her an extra flower and said , " Take this for free , but in water as if you are buying it for your mom and you are going to see her tomorrow , she will feel your love " . Emma stayed in shock for hours , crying , and not know what to do . Having doubts , and yet no doubt , at the reality of Sarah revealed , her real mom . Running to the ER to see her mother , she saw her lying in the bed without any movement , without any breath . Another visitor had reached this the place before Emma . Death ! Emma stood there in a silence , not only her heart was breaking , she felt her soul was aching too . A voice cut her thoughts and the silence , " Do you know this woman ? " Emma replied " Yes , she 's my mother " . The nurse handing Emma a letter said , " She gave me this letter with this photo and asked me to give it to her daughter when she comes " . Emma took the letter with shivering hands and started reading … I know when you read this letter I 'll be gone , I know you have so many questions to ask . I came to the city searching for you . The room I rented faced your room . It 's a tiny room but through that window that faced your apartment I used to feel that I 'm living in a castle , and looking through it 's window to my real world , you . I convinced you to buy a red flower every day from me because it would bring warm smiles to your days . I was selfish to ask this , I wanted these smiles so much after I lost them so many long years ago . It was you giving me those smiles , it was looking at your eyes , that gave me the courage to keep on living . Don 't cry after me , I 'll be always near . Sometimes life gives us a reason to cry and sometimes a reason to smile . Life gave me reason to cry for long years , but you my precious daughter are the reason to make me smile . Even at this moment while I am close to death … " Please stop " . How many people have shouted these words ? And how many others scream it silently on the inside ? When a person forgets that the one they hurt is a human too , the violence can cross the limits and can so easily end in death . How many families are facing this issue ? I prefer to name it " disease " or " addiction " , when the human mind stops working , stops thinking , then the path is open to violence in their thoughts . When their brain stops working , from holding them back from beating their victim , they forget who is this person they are looking at , if it 's their mother , their child , their sister or even their wife . They become addicted to beating others . It may take away all their anger and the stress for them , but puts it all on the wrong person . It 's a disease indeed , it is spread all over the world , and destroys families and lives . How many women are beaten to death , but no one knows about them ? They might have screamed and begged for mercy , and their children might have seen and witnessed what happened to their mother , but what can a child do ? As much as it affects the mother , it will also affect the kids . Will they be violent with their friends or their own families when they grow up ? Or does the inner injurious they have suffered make them live in fear ? Afraid they cannot protect themselves , will they always consider anyone a danger to their life , because the closest person to them has caused so much damage . Will they always have the fear to die by violence . When I think about those who are violent to others , firstly I believe they don 't know God , because if they do they would fear to hurt his creatures . They are hurting someone of flesh and blood , and the bruises they leave on faces and bodies , the bleeding marks , the fear in the eyes , the insecurity they dig into a soul , and the fearful sleepless nights , they become this wild person who might sneak into the room and hit them if they dared to dream and do not stay awake in fear . Those who cause all this unbearable pain to others don 't know God , or fear him . It is the devil 's work in their soul when their mind stops working , when they stop from thinking wisely and become wild . They have nothing to be grateful for , because if they did they would find peace of mind . We always think , what if we are in their shoes , and we don 't know what they are going through to act like that , but I can 't even imagine being in their shoes . The reason it is so hard to know what they are thinking is simply because they are not thinking . Only imagining a child 's eyes begging someone to stop beating them … It makes me wish if I can do anything to stop this violence that is spread all over the world . Violence has many faces , it 's not only physical , there is also verbal aggression as well , that kind of violence can injure more than physical harm . The words they use to oppress and control is so harsh and ruthless , it could push someone to suicide . Words could harm more than a bullet sometimes . It plays with people 's mind , leaves them thinking they are nothing , or that they did something bad that they never did . Making others feel guilt for something they never did , can cause the problem to spread . Playing on their distress might make them lose their mind , may drive them to act in a very wrong way . If they might act in a wrong way with others , then they who are the victim are changed into the criminal without ever thinking about what they are doing . Many reasons can change people and drive them to be hard to deal with ; they lose control of their life , or circumstances force them to face difficulties that show up out of nowhere . Lately there are economic problems that affect the whole world and leave thousands homeless . Many others are left without work , this issue can create more violence . Some have killed their families because they don 't want them to live in poverty , they have just lost hope , and faith of course too . Because if they had faith they would pray to God help them , but in their situation , the shock they have received , their brain stops working and they took their own life . Others may become more violent and start to steal to feed their families , they don 't want to , but they have no choice , this kind of people are not dangerous like others , they became violent in a sudden way , under specific conditions , but with time they will be addicted to it . Also , the people making dangerous weapons and the countries that make deals with each other to gain money ; but the price they gain is different from the price that the victim will pay . Thousands of children 's souls , thousands of families torn apart , thousands of victims still alive but having lost their hands or legs , those who will pay the price are not those who sell the weapons . This kind of violence is the most dangerous , because the one who is violent is a whole country . This violence never looks in the child 's eyes begging for it to stop , or asking him about his parents who died in the war . To sell weapons and gain money , the more money gained means the more victims will have died without having the chance to know who was behind this . But the one behind this is a person who never knew God , his job is to kill and gain , he 's not concerned about the blood that 's spreading everywhere , his concern is only to win the game . Violence has so many faces , it runs at all levels , high and low . We might find a cure to those who are violent to their families or their friends , but when it comes to those who create wars and kill people without mercy we find ourselves paralyzed . We can 't do anything but pray that God will light their minds and make them realize that we all are human also , like them … Whatever the kind of violence that people are facing , the victim is always a person , not a thing . A person that has feelings , a person from flesh and blood . When you hit someone or beat them , the tears they cry and the words they say to make you stop , and yet you continue beating them without thinking , then the devil 's spirit increases in your soul and mind . Why can you not stop and think about why they scream , why you feel you want to beat them , why you say words to harm them deeply and leave a painful trace that no one can ever erase . Look at their eyes , the tears they are crying , try to feel their pain and hear the words they are trying to say every time they raise their hands to cover their face to protect themselves . There is always words they scream - but you never hear . " Please stop . I 'm a human just like you ! " It was a moment , when my world collapsed in front of my eyes , I stood there paralyzed . . Couldn 't move , couldn 't breathe . . In less than a moment , the laughter turned into screams . . My eyes were suddenly full of tears . I was lost in my place , didn 't know what to do . I was supposed to be preparing myself to leave home , but instead I was searching the rooms for nothing , searching for no one , trying to deal with what I heard turned in a moment my whole world . My grandpa passed away which shocked me since he was in good health . He left without any warning . . I wondered why the people we love the most all leave this life without having the chance to say goodbye . . On my way to my grandparents ' place , I kept on thinking of his smiling face ; doubting myself to stand that heavy heart of mine and all the sorrow that just landed in my soul . My grandfather was a very special person . . Since the moment I opened my eyes on this life , I 've never seen a frown on his face . His smile was a great part of his life . On my way to my grandparents ' place , memories of all the good days I shared with him since I was a little girl till the day he left were coming so fast on my mind . We were about to arrive to the place , but something inside of me was wishing for the first time to never reach the place . When we got near the house , I looked as usual at the place where I used to see him sitting under the apricot tree , I used to tell my brother " Look at my grandpa . He 's under the tree " , and he used to smile and wave for us before the car entered to the place and park . The first thing we used to do is head towards him , give him a hug and joke a little . Then we 'd go and see my grandma . But today the moment I saw the apricot tree from distance , it was a bitter fact that his presence wasn 't there anymore . I couldn 't stand not seeing him there with his wonderful smile again . We got to the place ; many cars were there ; I crossed the road looking at the empty chair he left thinking something so precious was missing here . He 's notNext day in the funeral , I saw him for the last time . He was lying there as if he 's sleeping ; I kept staring at him begging him silently to get up . My soul was aching . . It was a different kind of pain , never felt it before . I couldn 't take my eyes off him , I wanted to my eyes grow his image in my mind more and more . When it 's time to take him away , a piece of my heart went with him when he disappeared , for the words I screamed I wished if he had heard me , for the tears I cried to see his smile again , I spent years with my grandpa , he was spreading the laughter and the joy to my life but I never knew that in one day he will take them with him when he leaves this life . We 'd never think that our loved ones would leave us someday , maybe because when we look for them we always find them where we expect them to be . We feel that if we left them even for months and years , we 'll eventually find them there waiting for us . But when they leave us , it 's not their choice to leave without saying goodbye to their loved ones . We know how much their presence in our life was important more than anything . The little words they used to say , the way they used to look . . It all comes back to our mind . . We start to search for the very little memory we shared because it turns into a treasure , the more we recalled them , the more we become richer by adding their memories to our days . I still see my grandpa everywhere , with smile upon his lips , and the light of love always shining from his eyes . Since I was a little girl and till the day he left , I 've never seen him angry . He had a beautiful soul . . He was so lovable . . Even though he has left this world , his presence remains everywhere . It was not easy losing someone who was a great part of my life . Suddenly he left with so many memories to remain . I miss him so much though he left two weeks ago , but I 'm feeling as if it has been a decade . Now I go to his place , I see emptiness everywhere , the chair he left under the apricot tree , his wonderful smile he used to welcome us when0 . 000000 Have you ever looked deeply in their eyes ? There is a hidden message , have you ever read it ? Through their silence , did you try to hear their unspoken words ? They were screaming for help , have you ever heard them ? When they take away their own life , you judge them as bad people or even unstable ones , but who knows what they have been through to reach that level of depression that pushed them to commit suicide ? Behind closing doors we never know what 's going on in other 's lives . People face a tremendous number of troubles , a few prefer to consult a psychologist , and some think that it 's a personal issue no one should interfere with . In the other hand they drown in the troubles . They keep on increasing until they lose control of themselves ; they pay the price or the people who are close to them pay the price . Sometimes , the problem may be a very simple one , but it depends on the age of the person . When a 10 year old boy / girl faces a situation of bullying in school , at the same time he / she might have family problems and no one is there to listen to them . That for sure would affect their life , especially with the insecurity they are facing in their home . They would be having difficulties in their study , and also lack of self - esteem . They would think that they are not welcome in this life , instead of having good time in school to forget their problems at home , they are being scared to go there watching everyone destroying them . And when they go back home after school , instead of having a loving family who can help them , they are having a hard time with their parents . For them it is as if they are moving from hell to hell . When those children commit suicide , then everyone would wake up , and start searching for the reasons that lead that child to take away his / her life . They start wondering and recalling how they were always calm ; they were polite and never talked in a loud voice . They were obeying , never hurt anyone . At home their parents go to check if there are any obstacles that their child was facing in schooWe don 't expect a 10 year old child or even 15 years old teen to get what 's going on around them . When it 's too much to handle , especially at this age , they need caring people to keep on watching over them and guiding them to the right track , because even if they passed that phase in their life , they might drown later when they get older . They would be involved in other issues , like : drugs , violence , stealing etc . . If they opened their eyes watching their dad violent with their mom , they would do the same when they get married , and they would consider their actions right , because their dad is their idle . We never know what 's going on behind closing doors . Families face battles , and the silence that covers up , we would explore suddenly with hearing shocking news , and our first thought is : " They looked like a very happy family , what happened to them ? " But the truth is , they 've never been a happy family , their home 's doors were closing all the time , and we never know what was going on there . However , some people love to judge others ; it 's in their nature . They never look at the reasons that led to that person to take way his / her life ; they always focus on the result . A little accident happened with me lately . Someone knocked on our door , I opened up and I saw an old man in his early 60 's . He seemed lost , something in his eyes made me wonder at the same moment what 's with that man . He asked me about my dad , I replied that dad is not home . I was about to ask him if he would like to leave a message to dad , he left me talking to myself and turned his back and left . My mom came at that moment and saw me and the expression on my face because of how he left . She asked me : " Who 's that ? And what does he want ? " I was really shocked and said , " What 's going on with that man ? He just left me talking to myself without saying a word of thanks . I was kind of not satisfied about what he did , especially that I was very polite with him . My mother smiled for what happened with me , but in someway , that man stuck on my head . I kept thinking of what was wrong with him , he seemed very lost , his eyes were really teary . I felt something wrong with him and that 's why he was on my mind until a few days ago , I heard that he committed suicide . I was shocked , and recalled the moment I opened the door and saw him standing there lost , as if he 's searching for something . I knew the reason why he left me talking to myself without even saying " Thank you " or if as he 'll come again later . I recognized how much he was not there even when he was there asking about my dad . He wasn 't focusing on what he 's doing or with whom he 's talking . Later on , I knew from others who knew that man that he has tremendous troubles in his family and with his son . I wish I never saw him . I keep wondering why did he give up at this age ? He must have been in a very difficult situation through his life , but why would he give up now ? He 's supposed to be stronger and wiser to deal with his problems . But then again , I 'm not in his shoes to know what was going on with that old man . I keep recalling his teary eyes and wish I could help him . I never knew that people at this age might take away their life too . Behind closing doors , there is a hidden secret ; you can 't break those doors to find the truth . But at least , never judge in a bad way on those who take away their life , or even on those who try to and fail . Ask yourself why didn 't you wipe their tears at least once ? Why didn 't you hear them screaming instead of closing your ears ? Why didn 't you think to solve their problems when they kept silent ? It 's true that their home 's door was closed and you couldn 't do anything to help , but why didn 't you ever take the chance to get close to them when they opened the door and left their home , instead of judging them ? Finally , I want to thank every one who believed in my talent and encouraged me all the years . A special thanks to my sister Samia and her husband Hadi for being there for me all the time . Also , special thanks to my precious uncle Dr . Faouzi Abou Reslan for his invaluable support , words fails to express how thankful I am … Also to the person who make the editing to my articles Peter Buckton , Thank you . I 'm blessed to have people like you all in my life … . .