But for now, she has to wait with her Grandmother at the hospital at least for this weekend since she had the extubation today, just a few minutes before my arrival to Hadassah hospital in Jerusalem.
Language barriers are always a challenge. Sadly, I forgot the few Arabic words I learned a long time ago, that is to say, before the quarantine. Despite this, there is a working, international language of love, expressed in a simple hug, which can bring hope in the middle of sadness and pain. This happened today. Aya’s grandmother doesn’t speak a word of English and I have about two words in Arabic, but love spoke directly – heart to heart – when we hugged.