I will forever recall that day and the sinking horror that settled in, as the gravity of my daughter’s situation settled upon me. Then came the long period of false hopes, when Official US Channels directed me to engage the local legal system. I was barely able to order takeout food and here I was, trying to navigate a system where no one spoke English. Almost no one cared to hear me plea for my daughter’s life. Those who did care were unable to do much to help. They realized that I was on a hopeless path and they urged me to let go of hope. I could not let go and so I kept pressing on. That was 4 years ago and the struggle is the same as it was the day she was first taken. I have never felt so alone in my life, so helpless, so at the mercy of an unruly force that violated the most precious human rights my innocent child.
If you can relate to my story, then I am here to tell you that you are not alone. I am here with you and I will fight for your loved one with the same passion that I fight for my own.