My lovely friend Ibrahim finally made it to England last week after FOUR YEARS of living in Calais. He was living under trees and in bushes because the police were regularly confiscating his tent, sleeping bag and any possessions he had.
He was my last friend that I got to know in the Calais Jungle in 2015 that was still trying to make it to the U.K, and I thought about him all the time.
I remember so many times that I would drive away, back to England with him waving us off, standing there in the cold, getting ready to spend another night out in the elements in the depths of winter but always still smiling as he waved. It gave me the worst, most helpless feeling.
How he made it through four winters outside I do not know. How he stayed so positive and dignified, I will also never know. There were times I would be so cold from just a few hours outside that I literally couldn’t handle it any longer and we would go and sit in the car with the heating on full blast just to feel our toes again. But then he would get back out when I was going home to a bed, and it broke my heart because it seemed so unfair.
Anyway he finally made it. With unwavering hope and faith that his day would come, even after watching his dream come true for every single one of his friends, he’s here. And I’m buzzing. When I got that message telling me those words, my heart burst open. I could have cried and cried because it reminded me that everything comes right in the end.
Even the things that seem the most unfair and unjust, I have to believe, like Ibrahim always did, that there is rhyme or reason to it all. That every challenge is a test and life will reward you accordingly. That’s what he taught me. Welcome Ibrahim 💕