migrantsMy brother, My sister,
You left everything, your home,

your family, your friends, your country....
You left, set out,.. arriving in an unknown country,
With people who speak another language,
Who have different customs, a different religion than yours....

How many obstacles encountered, not counting all those met on the way...
in Sinai, Turkey, Libya, on the seas....
and now in the country where you seek a welcome.
In addition, without an apparent future,
With tomorrow's insecurity,
In search of the papers to regularize your situation,
Lacking the necessary for your vital needs.
Being unable to speak, to really express yourself.....
Unable to comprehend all these papers, not knowing what they mean,
What to do ......

La Morosière

O my brother, O my sister in humanity, 
I would like to be able to say to you...
"rest here" with us,.... do not worry.
I hope that one day you will no longer be "the stranger" in this country which is now yours.
You will find brothers and sisters to journey with you....
O migrant, what capacity you have to bounce back again and again; day after day...
And so to amaze and astonish me !.....
Thank you for sharing this wealth.

Let us, together, learn to enlarge our hearts so as to understand one another in our differences.
Let us learn solidarity and sharing, interest towards one another, mutual acceptance,
Concrete gestures, day by day....
Let us walk the road together.

Your sister Bibiane

Missionary sisters of Our Lady of Africa, community of Fribourg; Switzerland.

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