Final Destination.
After a period of recovery, Alekkis was smuggled by boat from Turkey to Cyprus. Running from the injustice of Iranian dictatorship, running for freedom... he was illegal in Turkey, could not return to his country or he would be killed for his faith and for fleeing. Now, he sought to be a refugee in Cyprus. Again, during the dark and late hours of the night he was smuggled across the waters to Cyprus, entering on the Turkish side near to Nicosia. On arrival and without any sleep, Alekkis faced three entry check-points which included Cypriot, British (n the middle), and Turkish.
If Alekkis was turned away then he faced returning to his country where he would be killed. 'Life and death' was a reality. The first check-point, he strolled through whilst the guard slept and the second guard held up his newspaper at the moment that Alekkis walked by. He had planned to bare his story with absolute honesty and prayed that he would simply gain entry to register as a refugee. As he neared the final post, the guard queried him. He said, 'how did you get through the first two check-points?' Alekkis carefully explained his situation and how the guard on the first check-point was sleeping and the next was reading his paper.
The Turkish police said Alekkis would have to return to the middle check-piont, namely, the British and it would have to be their problem to deal with.
The British check-point represented the middle-man and peace maker. Constantly Alekkis asked God for help. At the British check-point, a high ranking woman official listened to him and was astounded at how he had got through the check-points. He begged her for his life. She pondered, hesitated and stated that this was a very difficult predicament for her to be in when her role for years had been to prevent anyone gaining entry.
She asked him, however, not to mention about how he by-passed the check point and she went away momentarily into a small, makeshift office.
On return she said six words, 'Get into the car over there.' She pressed her beeper from a distance and he followed the instructions. When she got into the car, she said 'I'll take you myself to the Immigration Police.' And so she did. She was a kind lady and God had again come to his Rescue.
Seven year on and he still lives here, having faced numerous trials and difficulties as a refugee. His faith was made complete and fully alive in this land. It has been a journey and a dangerous one at times. Alekkis has not seen his family in seven long years and it breaks many hearts. Some people fight for a dream - some people fight just for justice and freedom. A right we whould all have.
After a period of recovery, Alekkis was smuggled by boat from Turkey to Cyprus. Running from the injustice of Iranian dictatorship, running for freedom... he was illegal in Turkey, could not return to his country or he would be killed for his faith and for fleeing. Now, he sought to be a refugee in Cyprus. Again, during the dark and late hours of the night he was smuggled across the waters to Cyprus, entering on the Turkish side near to Nicosia. On arrival and without any sleep, Alekkis faced three entry check-points which included Cypriot, British (n the middle), and Turkish.
If Alekkis was turned away then he faced returning to his country where he would be killed. 'Life and death' was a reality. The first check-point, he strolled through whilst the guard slept and the second guard held up his newspaper at the moment that Alekkis walked by. He had planned to bare his story with absolute honesty and prayed that he would simply gain entry to register as a refugee. As he neared the final post, the guard queried him. He said, 'how did you get through the first two check-points?' Alekkis carefully explained his situation and how the guard on the first check-point was sleeping and the next was reading his paper.
The Turkish police said Alekkis would have to return to the middle check-piont, namely, the British and it would have to be their problem to deal with.
The British check-point represented the middle-man and peace maker. Constantly Alekkis asked God for help. At the British check-point, a high ranking woman official listened to him and was astounded at how he had got through the check-points. He begged her for his life. She pondered, hesitated and stated that this was a very difficult predicament for her to be in when her role for years had been to prevent anyone gaining entry.
She asked him, however, not to mention about how he by-passed the check point and she went away momentarily into a small, makeshift office.
On return she said six words, 'Get into the car over there.' She pressed her beeper from a distance and he followed the instructions. When she got into the car, she said 'I'll take you myself to the Immigration Police.' And so she did. She was a kind lady and God had again come to his Rescue.
Seven year on and he still lives here, having faced numerous trials and difficulties as a refugee. His faith was made complete and fully alive in this land. It has been a journey and a dangerous one at times. Alekkis has not seen his family in seven long years and it breaks many hearts. Some people fight for a dream - some people fight just for justice and freedom. A right we whould all have.
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