Married to a Terrorist

The desert heat swirled around as I stepped off the airplane in Beirut. The heat should have made me sweat but I still couldn’t stop shivering. Rome had been colder, but t hat wasn’t why I felt so cold. No, I was here to get my children back from their father who’d kidnapped them and brought them here, halfway round the world. How had it come to this? Loreen’s childhood on a farm in central Alberta, Canada could not prepare her for the years of struggle for safety and freedom that would soon come. This is a heart wrenching story beyond cultural differences.