A child crying…
That was the first thing I heard when we rushed towards the edge of the coast.
Youngsters shouting, elderly complaining, it was a never ending sequence of terror from the refugees.
Even though they were safe, they were afraid of being afraid.
Despite the look of relief, you could see the trauma on their faces.
I suppose facing a near death experience by exile is not something you can get over.
After leaving everything behind, their hopes, their dreams, and sadly their relatives, and in spite of being afraid, these refugees didn’t show fear, more of belief if anything.
The belief that it isn’t over for them.
And that had to be the most inspiring sense you could’ve received.
The sense that even when the going gets tough, faith is what strengthen them.