Those Innocent Smiles: A Story by Mona

I vividly remember the day the doctor confirmed my suspicions: my child was deaf and nonverbal. At that moment, the darkness threatened to overwhelm me, and I found myself asking, “Why my child, God?” Yet, I refused to dwell in despair.

Instead, I chose to be my child’s unwavering strength, determined to illuminate her path. I enrolled in sign language courses, embarking on this journey side by side with my daughter. With each hand movement, I saw her begin to recognize and respond, bridging the silence that once separated us.

Having completed my advanced training, I took on the role of an instructor at a special school. I was embraced by the community with warmth and open arms. Working with these incredible kids is nothing short of a joy. Their vibrant spirits and lively conversations bring so much energy to the classroom. They communicate effortlessly in their unique language, sharing stories and laughter that fill the room. Every day is a reminder of the beauty that shines through their innocent smiles. I see a light of Love, hope, and vibrancy in them.