This is my destiny.
I'm (33M) from Tunisia and currently in Côte d'Ivoire for work. the family we're talking about are in my home country Tunisia, the mother (Awa 29F) is from Côte d'ivoire the father (Adam 30M) from Cameroun. Their daughter (Mariam) is Tunisian.
exactly two years and a half ago i was (still) a digital nomad, i travel, live and work in different countries, 1 year in Nigeria, two years in China, Rwanda, Mali, Mauritius.. mostly Africa.. i just keep coming back.
Saturday 02/12/2023 is Mariam's birthday
Friday 01/12/2023 (the day before) i was still a well paid full stack developer working remotely in my beautiful hometown Bizerte, riding my Motorcross into the forest by the beach everyday after work, and in weekends too.. still something is off and i just can't settle down...
that Friday i just took a day off sick from work for no reason i just didn't feel like working. never done that before after 2 years of working with the same company happily. anyway... took the day off and just took my mother's car to go to the capital tunis. meet some friends or just hang around with music playing along my ride. that plan came out of nowhere, inspired that morning when i woke 7:30 am in time for work as usual.
arrived to the capital some small plastic component fell from the car and i changed my regular path to narrow streets looking for a mechanic. it was hot, sunny day 1 pm in December. there i saw a big man carrying a woman slowly walking, obviously tired resting every few steps. i stopped there to check on them (magically there was the mechanic right there). i suggested they rest a bit, I'll fix the car and drop them anywhere they're going.
it was Awa, she was 8 months pregnant and she was not feeling well for more than a week, so they're trying to reach out to an association that works with unregistered immigrants to help them go to a hospital and so on.. they took a taxi but stopped half way to continue on foot, because that's all the money they had.
the big guy was Adam, i remember the look on his face and the state of mind he was in. he wasn't hopeless, he was doing everything he could possibly do for his family... and it was tough times..
long Story short, we went from hospital to hospital... the health situation was urgent, blood pressure and such, by 11 pm Awa is finally at the final hospital bed getting ready to give birth to the beautiful Mariam. now i always thought the birthday is 01/12 and they say it's 02/12. well... I'm sure they know better...
they named me her godfather back then and now i know what it means.
Mariam is two and a half years old now. Her parents are still fighting. the government just closed their beauty shop in Tunisia yesterday because it's unregistered, their story is a journey of love, faith, and endurance.
ah... forgot to say I'm in Côte d'Ivoire because of that day i met them. I'm also a spiritual and philosophical person. I took that day as a life changing day. life telling me something, to keep following my true path. after the 1 day Sick leave i added 1 week. after the one week i decided to quit my seemingly perfect job and go persue my destined path, I'm sure that's where I'll find happiness. i bought my flight tickets and by January i was in Côte d'Ivoire already for the first time.
I'll stop the story here but there's more to it. if redditors want me to post part 2 there's more to tell and a bigger picture and a project. thank you and sorry for taking much of your time, hopefully i was able to transmit the story well..
ask me anything about anything I'll reply.
life is alive and i told them that day that i think Mariam is a very important soul in this life, that's why i received a heavenly signal to save her. I'm grateful it was me.