09/05/2026
My son, Sofian , is 4 years old. He has special needs, a speech delay, and he is nonverbal. He requires constant supervision. That is exactly why he attends a special school: because they know his condition, understand the protocol, and know how they are supposed to care for him.
On the first day of the school year, someone from the bus called me to confirm whether Sufyan would be going to school. I said yes, and they told me, “We’ll be at your house in three minutes.” I brought my son downstairs and found a school bus parked outside my home. I asked them, “Sufyan?” and repeated his name to make sure. Based on their response, I was certain that this was his bus. I handed my son over to them and went back upstairs.
Before I even had time to take off my clothes, the bus called me again and said, “We’re downstairs waiting for Sofian .”I said, “How can you be waiting for him? I just handed him to you!”
They replied, “No, we don’t have Sufyan. We’re still downstairs waiting for him.”
I ran back downstairs and found a different bus—the one that had actually come to pick up my son.
That was when the real fear began.
What terrified me most was that I know my son’s condition. Sufyan cannot speak. He cannot tell anyone his name, where he lives, who his mother is, or where his school is. He cannot explain what happened to him if something goes wrong. On top of that, he is a child who requires constant supervision and should never be left unattended.
We began contacting the school, the bus company, the drivers, and the authorities responsible for school transportation. The police arrived, and everyone started searching for my son ….
:the rest is in my story…..