singular goal: to buy my mother a serene, luxurious home where she would never have to work another day in her life. I skipped vacations other engineers took for granted. I lived in company housing instead of renting my own apartment when I could have afforded to.
Every dirham I didn’t absolutely need went straight into a savings account with her name silently attached to its purpose, even if it wasn’t attached to the paperwork.
Two years prior to my return, I found the perfect property, a beautiful four-bedroom modern stone home on a half-acre lot in an upscale neighborhood near Austin. I paid six hundred thousand dollars in cash from my offshore savings account, keeping the property title, mortgage-free deed, and property tax
accounts exclusively under my legal name. That last detail would matter more than I ever imagined when I first signed the closing documents over a shaky
