Everything was a blur when the march ended. The goodbyes were quick. A work deadline couldn’t wait and so the urgent need for sleep conflicted into a frenzying rush hour. And in all that chaos, I somehow managed to will myself to a lecture on refugee legal issues in the evening. Suffice to say that the moment I got home, I took only a fraction of a second to fall into a dead slumber.
Then the sun rises up again this morning and as I opened my eyes, I stared hard at the white ceiling trying to comprehend what I just did. The soreness from my right sole sends a signal up to my brain, bringing me back to those long, never-ending late hours of the night. The original intent was to document the struggles of a man in his pursuit to overcome a mental mountain for a noble cause. I had not intended to walk the full distance, but I ended up doing exactly that. But more than just wanting to complete the walk, I also realised that with every step I took, the more vested I become into the cause and because of that, the more I hoped for the numbers to rise up too.
So it took us only nine days from the planning to execution and in that period, we completed the 100km march as a show of solidarity and had raised $20,000 of funds in total, twice of our target, when we crossed the finishing line. That number has since then rose up to $23,000.
I can’t even begin to describe the feeling in my bones right now. To know that all of the pain we had been through has paid off in the end was gratifying but at the same time, to know that everything we experienced was just a fraction of what the refugees had felt also reminds us that the work is far from over.
In Photo: Mr Tahar taking a rest after crossing the 60km mark at 3am in the morning.