Reaching Out to Women on the Verge of Abortion
When I get the message that Alima wants an abortion, it feels like all the air got vacuumed out of my lungs.
But I get it.
I once sat in a doctor's office and the atomic blast of my own pregnancy test ripped through me and I'm telling you, it was impossible to breathe through the shockwaves, the thermal heat.
I've sat with Alima in Iraq, in the room where she, her husband, her children slept on the floor through the winter. I'd watched her rock her sick child. I'd watched her eyes howl, heard the raw ache in her as she told me how ISIS began the blood bath genocide of her people.
