"I used to be afraid to attend the celebration of any child born into the family and offer my blessings, fearing the judgmental looks of others or their envy because of my infertility, but I never stopped giving."
I've been married for 10 years without any children. I used to dream of having a child who would fill my life with joy. One day, I saw a friend sitting with her young son, feeding and playing with him. I couldn't help but get lost in the moment and imagine what it would be like to experience that feeling.
I suggested to my husband many times that he should remarry and have children, but he always refused. One day, my sister-in-law sponsored a sweet little girl, and when I saw her for the first time, my heart was deeply touched. Tears welled up in my eyes, and from that moment, I lost my appetite. For a whole week, I couldn't stop thinking about it until one day, as a joke, I registered our information with the Ministry of Social Solidarity. But God's will is above all else, because that same week, they called me from the ministry and told me to prepare our documents and apply for the adoption. I couldn't believe my ears, and joy filled my heart.
I told my husband about it, but he initially refused. I persisted until he finally agreed and said, "Get your family's opinion." I approached my mother-in-law, who initially rejected the idea, saying it was a huge responsibility. I told her that God must have seen that we were capable of this, and He had written this destiny for us, God willing. She was convinced and agreed.
Thank God, the adoption process was straightforward, and I received my son when he was 10 months old. Now, he's three years old, and those who were once skeptical have become the ones most attached to Mustafa (my son) and love him dearly.
(Note: The name "Mustafa" was used in the translated version to maintain privacy.)
