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When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is strange with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure comes about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out—
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit—
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

My mother sent me the poem again as we go to the Consulate tomorrow morning to ask again if someone would talk to us about our problems. For the past five years, we’ve been brushed away and told Rami could never visit the US, that we can only attempt to immigrate instead, and we have attempted to do that for three years, and then we were unable to afford or believe we would be granted admission. We set up our lives here, and we don’t want to move back to the US. I just want to be able to have my life whole again on both sides of the ocean.

We’re heading to bed with high hopes and praying that this shutdown won’t be taken out on us. All we’re asking for is help.


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