micmac101
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- Nov 29, 2010
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- Category........
- Visa Office......
- Islamabad
- Job Offer........
- Pre-Assessed..
- App. Filed.......
- September 2010
- LANDED..........
- Husband arrived October 17,2014
Oh my goodness may Allah GOD bless yous both In Sha Allah.Habibti said:This morning I would like to thank everyone who left a reply on my post. Your feedback is amazing and so much valued!
Finally, my husband came back with the last bus, the midnight one. I don't know if my reaction was normal when he was gone. All the emotions I went through during the application of the visa, the denied visa, the full hearing, the refusal after the full hearing, the wait for the visa, the long periods of separation from my husband for more than 4 years, my life put on hold, the heavy load of work (working 3 jobs 7 days a week) in order to earn enough money to visit him and pay for the appeal, all these emotions came back full force last night. Believe me... I endured so much and I had to put up with so many things for almost 5 years. The anxiety was so intense I had to lie down on my bed. When I got up around 10:30 pm to walk my dog, I felt my heart squeezing and bleeding and my legs shaky as if they were made of cotton candy.
My husband said he would be back with the 10:00 pm or 11:00 pm bus. He came back with the last one at midnight as he took the wrong bus from the mosque (it takes 3 bus from the mosque to home). During that time, he did not bother to call me to say he would be late as he took the wrong bus or to ask me to pick him up. Later he told me he did not want to disturb me. On top of my anxiety, I had to deal with worry.
He came to bed and he just wanted me to hug me tight. I could not bear his touching me. I tried to push him away as I was having a strong attack of anxiety. He kept taking me back in his arms, holding me with so much strength that I stopped fighting. We fell asleep that way.
He told me that even though he spent the afternoon in a mosque (a different one close to my work where the Muslims are not Moroccan and Arabic), he needed to go to the other mosque where there are Moroccans and Arabic men. He badly needed to speak Arabic and be among men with the same culture as him. He told me he still feels like a stranger in my country and to leave him some time. He said that he felt so low that he decided that from now on he will spend his Friday nights at that mosque. I guess his request is reasonable.
Each time I write a post, I have the hope to help someone in the future who will go through the same things as me so that person will have a better understanding and tolerance of all the adjustments.
I`m going through the same thing but its me who is away from my home in Canada. I have been here a year this month in Peshawar Pakistan and its so hard for me. Especially since I`m female and I can relate to all of this what you have said here. I cannot go out as its a volatile area and I would put my safety at risk.
We are in the final stages of sponsorship I hope in the next few months and I pray when we return to Canada that life will be easy for my husband. He has been so patient with me and I pray that Allah blesses me with patience as he had here with me. I must remember that he too will be experiencing all that I have been going through here each day here. So I must be patient as well. I sure do hope and pray your life will get easier God Willing