A New Found Hope

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It’s bittersweet. From the voice of Mohammed Isah, an Afghan boy at Moria, where an improvised Refugee Camp sees the light of day, a thirty days journey in deep sea seeking a better future at Lesvos, seems that was no hard task. The smile that shines on his words surpass every incident, every scream and every drop of ocean on the dingy that brought him to the shore of Kathia Beach, 10 km away from the center of Mytilini, a city where this migrant crisis seems to doesn’t exist. Nobody cares, nobody sees. 

From the eyes of Hares and Mahmaad Fohr, two Afghan teenagers, the hope for better days is mirrored in their eyes. The first, kissing his son with all the love in the world; the second, a brother and a journey’s companion.

In the words of the Volunteers,“ The best we could do is giving them a warm welcome, hugging them a telling them everything is going to be alright, providing them clothes and food. Unfortunately, the Greek government wants to shut down all our volunteering activities and left these people to their own luck.”

In fact, the families that arrive in the shores of Lesvos, could easily be ours. 

The arrival of these Migrants at sea, through rubber boats with limited capacity but in all cases exceeded, is nothing more than a cry for freedom. Freedom? Definitely uncertain, as is their future outside their lands. But it is worth the risk, they say. 

Mistaken is who believes that these, who run for their lives, are wretches. They are like you and me, probably even better, with their careers and families to support. But the survival instinct dictated the story. 

“We just wan’t to stay in Europe for 2 or 3 years and then come back to Syria” says Darah, wife of Abu Abdala, in a well-spoken french. With them, Mohammed Ahmed, a husband, and father of three little girls, that desperately ran away from the Syrian Golan, a small village that recently became a warpath.

A child balancing on an improvised swing, made with an old tire; A group of children playing with all their hearts. A group of men yelling in happiness. A group of women smiling upon the arrival at the shore. A group. A huge multinational group. Embracing each other with all (everything) they have left. Their Faces, Their Smiles, Their Hope.

Important to know, is that since January, already arrived in the European Union more than 100.000 migrants, adding to the + 1 Million in 2015, from migrants to refugees. And they never forget to smile.