I walked into the ICU this evening and was shocked to find Alaa sitting up in a chair and breathing on his own (click here or on the video above to have a look). He was eager to communicate and spoke at some length in English, most of which I could not understand. But then he took my hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it–once again the language of love transcends all.
It is taking some time for the magnitude of Alaa’s recovery to sink in. We’ve seen others in equally dire straits who have not recovered, so I’ve steeled myself to the reality of death, and place most of my hope in the resurrection. This time though we can say with the psalmist, “I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.”