One of my favorite memories from our time in the Smara Refugee Camp was the morning we went to play soccer with the young girls in the camp. The director shared with us how middle school aged girls would come each morning before the sun got too strong, and they would play soccer as a way to get the girls active.
When we first arrived and pulled up to the large dirt field that used rocks for goals, the girls were gathered together and looked at us with a bit of hesitance and uncertainty. We greeted them with warm smiles and found that most of them spoke a little Spanish and so we shared our names and asked them to share theirs. It was so awesome to see the barriers break down as we played small games and even sang and danced with the girls, they began to trust us and look back at us with bright smiles. They asked us questions about our lives in America and asked us to come play with them everyday. By the time we had to leave they were clinging onto us, embracing us with long hugs and all at once they swarmed around us and began to lift us into the car like we were crowd surfing. It was one of the funniest things to see, and all at once we could see how we were used to be a light in those girls lives, and them in ours that morning out in the middle of a dirt field in the desert. It was amazing to see how one small soccer ball could bring together two very different groups and make them one.
-Haley





