Somewhere in Djibouti, that tiny country on the Horn of Africa, a woman is filled with joyous anticipation. She, along with her husband and her three beautiful young children, recently made an eighteen hour boat trip across the Gulf of Aden from war-ravaged Yemen to Djibouti in preparation for a flight to New York City. As I sat in the taxi-cab, Mohamed, the driver, couldn't contain his excitement. He hadn't seen his daughter in twelve years, he told me. I said to him that I could imagine the joy that his wife must be experiencing at this time at the prospect of being reunited with her daughter. He said that she was beside herself with joy.
I couldn't help but feel the happiness of Mohamed, his wife, and his children and be thrilled that happiness had found a family in this world that has in recent years seem to be out of control. But this joy and happiness that Mohamed and his family is currently experiencing is something that millions of Yemenis do not know - ordinary humans caught and trapped in a war not of their own making, but trapped in a war caused by the political ambitions of a a few in Yemen and of the ambitions of U.S.-supported Saudi Arabia. Somewhere in Brooklyn, a family prepares to celebrate the arrival of a daughter, a sister, a brother-in-law, two grandsons, a granddaughter, two nephews, a niece, three cousins. Somewhere, millions yearn just for a little peace.