I Prayed for a Miracle—Now I Lock My Door at Night

I can’t live in a war zone anymore.”

I stayed. Because I asked for this.

I am the one who forced God’s hand. I am the one who refused to let him go. This is my penance.

When I run into people at the pharmacy, they smile and ask, “How is our miracle boy doing?”

I adjust my scarf to hide the bruises on my neck. I put on my best American smile—the one we continue reading …