Very early in the morning, we said goodbye to the boys and girls in Alhucemas. We barely knew how to say goodbye, we were lost, but even in the farewell God gave us strength, we noticed His presence giving us impetus… We left behind a blessed house with some lads who are a gift from God, we are sure that someday we will return to this place so much impacted us, we will return to Dar Hassalam, house of peace, where peace and fraternity are a fact…

Last day of service in Nador, a pilgrimage that is coming to an end. Today we have had to stay in the house with the convalescents, we tried to help them learn some Spanish during those days in the house. It has been a sad morning, since one of the boys, already recovered, has returned to the mountain. The uneasiness of not knowing what will be in your life is horrible. We want to trust with all our strength that he will arrive safely to Spain, but the hard fact is that we will probably never know.

After class and sharing board games, it’s been time to say goodbye to the rest of the boys. They thanked us unceasingly for the time we have spent with them, not knowing that, in truth, we are grateful for the lesson of life and courage they have tought us.

It is time to pack and head to the border, not without saying goodbye to those who work tirelessly in Nador, day after day. His example of dedication and love for the poor has left a mark on us. When we began the journey, we could not even imagine that the Kingdom of God could be a Dar Heria full of forgotten sick people, or a mountain full of uprooted migrants, but in each of these places we felt that we were treading sacred ground. We are grateful to be able to tiptoe over those lives, to which only You, God, will know what the future holds.

For us now, time to keep all the experiences in our minds and to remember with the heart the moments lived, so that we would be witness of the “Courage” of our brothers who suffer behind the backs of a world that ignores them.

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