One autumn day, a boy with dark eyes and olive-skin came to Sabine Small Group Home. He was from Artsakh, from a mountain village that he had lost because of the war. He was always sad, aggressive, and scared, constantly trying to run away in a frantic manner— wherever his eyes would lead him. The child was in severe psychological distress… We embraced this clever, playful with dark eyes and held his warm, soft little hand tightly: a hand left open because of war and family hardships. We loved him very much. He was happy. He found happiness in a simple hug …

And just when it seemed he had found peace, his father and brothers came to visit. They talked a lot. The father wanted to take him home. The boy was sad — he had to return to his family. He was experiencing a mix of emotions, torn between going back to his family, missing his brothers and leaving Sabine… With a heavy heart and sorrow in his eyes, he left, whispering: “Please, hold my hand…”

We will miss him. He will always hold a special place in our hearts. His presence was a testament to the power of love and compassion—even in the most challenging circumstances. We believe that wherever he is now, he remembers the hearts where he once found home.

Final Blessing

May Almighty God always guide and protect him and his loved ones.