"I’m Maysaa. I’m 34 years old."

My mother died when I was two and my grandparents took care of me. My father got married and moved away. And since then I didn’t see him again and never heard about him. He didn’t care to ask about me either.
I joined Imam Sadr Foundation in the year 1985. I was five. With God’s blessing, I had an intimate relationship with all who took care of me.
How many times I’ve walked on the beach of Tyre thought of what life hides for me. I used to think a lot about my dad. How he left me in such misery, if he still thinks about me, does I have now sisters and brothers? Would I have the chance to meet them someday?
A year passed, spent at Rihab Al Zahraa School enjoying the best care from my teachers, or should I say my second moms. Until on one sunny day, we were playing outside, a boy suddenly started climbing the wall of our playground. He kept on trying until teacher Abir saw him. She went near and said:” Do you need anything dear? Aren’t you afraid on yourself? You might fall and hurt yourself!”
The boy smiled and replied:” I live in this coffee shop and..”.
She said:”im asking you for the reason your climbing the wall and not about the shop.”
She felt sympathy for this 10 year old boy. And saw that sparkle in his eyes enduring pain. And his innocent face that holds a lot of questions. He told her his name was Hussein and that he wanted to reach his goal as soon as possible. He asked:” Are all these girls orphans?”.
She replied: “Yes, they are. Do you know any of them?”
He said: “Yes, and I climb this wall everyday so that I might reach her.” He said with a smile on his face: “She is my sister.” Miss Abir asked about her name but he said he doesn’t know it. After having a short conversation about where is he from, the name of his family, his parents.. “Ah!” she said, “I know who your sister is, come with me.” She grabbed his hand and headed straight to the playground where my friend and I were gathered around playing. Once they approached near, we all stopped playing and started looking at this stranger. Miss Abir said:” Go ahead Hussein, try to figure out which girl might be your sister.”  With his tearful eyes, he started looking at each one; but he couldn’t know her since he haven’t seen her since she was born. Miss Abir insisted that he tries again. How sad, a brother not knowing who his sister is! Then the teacher called me to come and said: “That’s her.” I said: “but I don’t know him miss.” Miss Abir told me: “Ill introduce you to him, he is your brother and he loves you so much.” I started crying when Hussein lied on his knees, his face facing mine. He kissed me and his tears rushed on my cheek. He said no word, just hugged me and then took a penny and gave it to me and asked the teacher: “Can I visist her every day?” How could she refuse such request! She replied: “Everyday, whenever you want.” Since that day forward, Hussein visited me every day. We used to sit under the palm trees. He became the world to me. I used to wait for him eagerly every day.
All this would have never happened without Imam sadr foundation and the blessing of Imam Moussa. Thank God, thank Imam Sadr Foundation. And may god bless them and bring all beloved ones back together.