Im going to keep this short, but I was abandoned next to a mosque 2 years before the gulf war in 1990 I dknt know the cause behind my biological mother leaving me but its a big taboo to have a child if your unwed or whatever in Kuwait. The gulf war happens my adoptive mother organizes to take jn all the orphan kids from the abandoned orphanage and spread us between her family and friends doing background checks and checkups untill the war was over. Now I was apparently so awesome that that when the time came for me to return my mom took me back but was waiting to see if I would go.. irefused to let go of her finger grasping on for dear life, I had scratches on my face and it wasnt the best of places if i recall. Sonshe just decided to keep me. She was the first single woman and most probablt only one in Kuwait to do adopt a boy. She was in the prime of her youth a single beautiful woman that shared her life and made so many scarifices including the looks and judgement she had to endure for being a single mom who nobdoy remembered had gotten married. She worked hard to make me the man I am, I wasnt the easiest kid either. However I am now 26 have a good job, ana amazing family and loved dearly by them all and about to get married. She worked and gave me her life. I have never met any body that measures up to her or even close. Shes my angel. I am blessed. I was born alone. And I was gifted the best most supportive family I could ask for. I was born alone left and I was given a mother who gave everything up for me a family who despite religous taboos against "bastard" children loved me and watching me grow into the man I am today and all excited to see me get married to my beautiful fiancé. I was blessed with the best cousins who were my brothers and sisters aunts who were second mothers uncles and uncles who were fathers friends that are family and a wife who doesnt care about what anybody would say that shes marrying a kid with no father. When I was young my biological mothe ri believe was called mona called me asking me to come to the toystore on my birthday. I didnt go she dropped the gifts with at the house when my mom was out. My mom threw the toys out (space jam figures) and got me different ones later when she cooled down. I am grateful and I wish everybody will find their angel or their person to replace the loss. I do not feel less for being who I am. I also look forward to adopting a child when the time comes to bless my life with. And work with orphanages wherever I can to give back. In the middle east we say al hamda lilallah which is thanks to the lord. I can never say it enough