WYD Reminiscences

He loves me and he wants me to tell you how much he loves you.
He wants to speak to you, listen to him.
If you want to love him too,
Love the people in your life,
Share their pain,
Show kindness,
Show mercy.
For blessed are the merciful

Another World youth day has passed, even more youth have completed
their pilgrimage.
Has there been any change in my life? Has a new spark been ignited or has a fire broken
out of the spark that was already there?
Have eyes been opened? have any mysteries been unlocked? Have hearts been made
new?
Are we ready to love Him and the people in our lives? Are we prepared to share the pain
of strangers? Are we willing to show kindness to the person who revolts us the most?
Are our hearts open to forgive those that have hurt us the most and be Merciful like our
heavenly father is?
What are our answers to all these questions?
The Holy father urges us to stop being "couch potatoes" and step out of our comfort
zone into the world of pain and fear to make a difference. Have we decided to move out
of our passive mindset and start being the Church we were meant to be? " I do not
know how. I am too young." is what some of us might say. As the Lord said to Jeremiah,
he says to us, "Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you."
So where will we do our part? In the church as altar servers, ushers, catechists, lectors,
Eucharistic ministers, deacons, sisters or even priests? at home, at play and at work by
doing the will of God.
Let our encounter with Jesus at World Youth Day not end in Krakow, but let it
continue on in our hearts every single day and let the world know that we are His by
our Love.

World Youth Day Pilgrims from Jebel Ali.
Abraham George
Johann Crasto
Joyce Bernadette Diano
Nikhil D'Mello
Vanessa D'Souza
Larina Melissa D'Souza
Roselyn D'Souza
Querina Fernandes
Fr. Biju Panickaparambil
Melissa Jayawickrema
Joshua Fernandes
Anthony Khadige
Pearl Lobo
Averell Menezes
Curtis Miranda
Viva Noronha
Bianca Pereira
Haiston Pereira
Delison Pinto
Jason Rodrigues
Keegan Silveira
Ilda Soares
Sonia Soares
Sharon Victor
Arianne Laus
The Team would like to thank the following for their support and prayers
Bp. Paul Hinder
Fr. Reinhold Sahner
Fr. Biju George
Fr. Stalin Varghese
Mr. Roger Kottoor
Ms. Arleen D’Souza
Mr. Selwyn Macwan
Mr. Darryl Fernandes
Mr. Andrew Alvares

Homily of The Holy Father
Campus Misericordiae - Kraków
Dear young people, you have come to Krakow to meet Jesus. Today’s Gospel speaks
to us of just such a meeting between Jesus and a man named Zacchaeus, in Jericho (cf. Lk 19:1-10).
There Jesus does not simply preach or greet people; as the Evangelist tells us, he passed through the
city (v. 1). In other words, Jesus wants to draw near to us personally, to accompany our journey to
its end, so that his life and our life can truly meet.
An amazing encounter then takes place, with Zacchaeus, the chief “publican” or tax collector.
Zacchaeus was thus a wealthy collaborator of the hated Roman occupiers, someone who exploited
his own people, someone who, because of his ill repute, could not even approach the Master. His
encounter with Jesus changed his life, just as it has changed, and can daily still change, each of our
lives. But Zacchaeus had to face a number of obstacles in order to meet Jesus. It was not easy for
him; he had to face a number of obstacles. At least three of these can also say something to us.
The first obstacle is smallness of stature. Zacchaeus couldn’t see the Master because he was little.
Even today we can risk not getting close to Jesus because we don’t feel big enough, because we
don’t think ourselves worthy. This is a great temptation; it has to do not only with self-esteem, but
with faith itself. For faith tells us that we are “children of God… that is what we are” (1 Jn 3:1). We
have been created in God’s own image; Jesus has taken upon himself our humanity and his heart
will never be separated from us; the Holy Spirit wants to dwell within us. We have been called to
be happy for ever with God!
That is our real “stature”, our spiritual identity: we are God’s beloved children, always. So you can
see that not to accept ourselves, to live glumly, to be negative, means not to recognize our deepest
identity. It is like walking away when God wants to look at me, trying to spoil his dream for me.
God loves us the way we are, and no sin, fault or mistake of ours makes him change his mind. As
far as Jesus is concerned – as the Gospel shows – no one is unworthy of, or far from, his thoughts.
No one is insignificant. He loves all of us with a special love; for him all of us are important: you are
important! God counts on you for what you are, not for what you possess. In his eyes the clothes
you wear or the kind of cell phone you use are of absolutely no concern. He doesn’t care whether
you are stylish or not; he cares about you, just as you are! In his eyes, you are precious, and your
value is inestimable.

At times in our lives, we aim lower rather than higher. At those times, it is good to realize that
God remains faithful, even obstinate, in his love for us. The fact is, he loves us even more than
we love ourselves. He believes in us even more than we believe in ourselves. He is always
“cheering us on”; he is our biggest fan. He is there for us, waiting with patience and hope,
even when we turn in on ourselves and brood over our troubles and past injuries. But such
brooding is unworthy of our spiritual stature! It is a kind of virus infecting and blocking everything;
it closes doors and prevents us from getting up and starting over. God, on the other
hand, is hopelessly hopeful! He believes
that we can always get up, and he hates to
see us glum and gloomy. It is sad to see
young people who are glum. Because we
are always his beloved sons and daughters.
Let us be mindful of this at the dawn
of each new day. It will do us good to
pray every morning: “Lord, I thank you
for loving me; I am sure that you love me;
help me to be in love with my own life!”
Not with my faults, that need to be corrected,
but with life itself, which is a great
gift, for it is a time to love and to be loved.
Zacchaeus faced a second obstacle in
meeting Jesus: the paralysis of shame. We spoke a little about this yesterday. We can imagine
what was going on in his heart before he climbed that sycamore. It must have been quite a
struggle – on one hand, a healthy curiosity and desire to know Jesus; on the other, the risk of
appearing completely ridiculous. Zacchaeus was public figure, a man of power, but deeply
hated. He knew that, in trying to climb that tree, he would have become a laughingstock to
all. Yet he mastered his shame, because the attraction of Jesus was more powerful. You know
what happens when someone is so attractive that we fall in love with them: we end up ready
to do things we would never have even thought of doing. Something similar took place in the
heart of Zacchaeus, when he realized that Jesus was so important that he would do anything
for him, since Jesus alone could pull him out of the mire of sin and discontent. The paralysis
of shame did not have the upper hand. The Gospel tells us that Zacchaeus “ran ahead”,
“climbed” the tree, and then, when Jesus called him, he “hurried down” (vv. 4, 6). He took a
risk, he put his life on the line. For us too, this is the secret of joy: not to stifle a healthy curiosity,
but to take a risk, because life is not meant to be tucked away. When it comes to Jesus, we
cannot sit around waiting with arms folded; he offers us life – we can’t respond by thinking
about it or “texting” a few words!

Dear young friends, don’t be ashamed to bring everything to the Lord in confession, especially
your weaknesses, your struggles and your sins. He will surprise you with his forgiveness and
his peace. Don’t be afraid to say “yes” to him with all your heart, to respond generously and to
follow him! Don’t let your soul grow numb, but aim for the goal of a beautiful love which also
demands sacrifice. Say a firm “no” to the narcotic of success at any cost and the sedative of
worrying only about yourself and your own comfort.
After his small stature, after the paralysis of shame, there was a third obstacle that Zacchaeus had
to face. It was no longer an interior one, but was all around him. It was the grumbling of the
crowd, who first blocked him and then criticized him: How could Jesus have entered his house,
the house of a sinner! How truly hard it is to welcome Jesus, how hard it is to accept a “God who
is rich in mercy” (Eph 2:4)! People will try to block you, to make you think that God is distant,
rigid and insensitive, good to the good and bad to the bad. Instead, our heavenly Father “makes
his sun rise on the evil and on the good” (Mt 5:45). He demands of us real courage: the courage
to be more powerful than evil by loving everyone, even our enemies. People may laugh at you
because you believe in the gentle and unassuming power of mercy. But do not be afraid. Think
of the motto of these days: “Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy” (Mt 5:7).
People may judge you to be dreamers, because you believe in a new humanity, one that rejects
hatred between peoples, one that refuses to see borders as barriers and can cherish its own
traditions without being self-centered or small-minded. Don’t be discouraged: with a smile and
open arms, you proclaim hope and you are a blessing for our one human family, which here you
represent so beautifully!
That day the crowd judged Zacchaeus; they looked him over, up and down. But Jesus did
otherwise: he gazed up at him (v. 5). Jesus looks beyond the faults and sees the person. He does
not halt before bygone evil, but sees future good. His gaze remains constant, even when it is not
met; it seeks the way of unity and communion. In no case does it halt at appearances, but looks
to the heart. Jesus looks to our hearts, your heart, my heart. With this gaze of Jesus, you can
help bring about another humanity, without looking for acknowledgement but seeking goodness
for its own sake, content to maintain a pure heart and to fight peaceably for honesty and justice.
Don’t stop at the surface of things; distrust the worldly cult of appearances, cosmetic attempts to
improve our looks. Instead, “download” the best “link” of all, that of a heart which sees and
transmits goodness without growing weary. The joy that you have freely received from God,
please, freely give away (cf. Mt 10:8): so many people are waiting for it! So many are waiting for
it from you.

Finally let us listen to the words that Jesus spoke to
Zacchaeus, which to be seem meant for us today, for
each one of us: “Come down, for I must stay at your
house today” (v. 5). “Come down, for I must stay with
you today. Open to me the door of your heart”. Jesus
extends the same invitation to you: “I must stay at your
house today”. We can say that World Youth Day begins today and continues tomorrow, in
your homes, since that is where Jesus wants to meet you from now on. The Lord doesn’t want
to remain in this beautiful city, or in cherished memories alone. He wants to enter your
homes, to dwell in your daily lives: in your studies, your first years of work, your friendships
and affections, your hopes and dreams. How greatly he desires that you bring all this to him
in prayer! How much he hopes that, in all the “contacts” and “chats” of each day, pride of
place be given to the golden thread of prayer! How much he wants his word to be able to
speak to you day after day, so that you can make his Gospel your own, so that it can serve as a
compass for you on the highways of life!
In asking to come to your house, Jesus calls you, as he did Zacchaeus, by name. All of us,
Jesus calls by name. Your name is precious to him. The name “Zacchaeus” would have made
people back then think of the remembrance of God. Trust the memory of God: his memory is
not a “hard disk” that “saves” and “archives” all our data, his memory is a heart filled with
tender compassion, one that finds joy in “erasing” in us every trace of evil. May we too now
try to imitate the faithful memory of God and treasure the good things we have received in
these days. In silence, let us remember this encounter, let us preserve the memory of the
presence of God and his word, and let
us listen once more to the voice of Jesus
as he calls us by name.
So let us now pray silently,
remembering and thanking the Lord
who wanted us to be here and has
come here to meet us.

“Once again young people answered the call: they came from the
whole world to celebrate a festival of colors, different faces, languages,
different histories. They came here also with their wounds,
with their questions, but first of all with the joy of meeting. Once
again they formed a mosaic of brotherhood.”
- Pope Francis
World Youth Day has become one of the most decorated
events organized by the Catholic Church since its introduction by St. John Paul II in 1985.
It’s a worldwide encounter with Pope and is held in a different city every 2 or 3 years with a
different theme. This year, the city was Krakow, the capital of Poland and the theme was
Mercy! This was especially significant as 2016 is the Jubilee Year of Mercy and St. John Paul
II, who hails from Poland, was a big advocate for the Divine Mercy Chaplet! Everyone
experiences World Youth Day in a different manner but one thing that is true all across the
board is that the experience is undoubtedly unforgettable.
This year, a few HSI youth members embarked on the pilgrimage of a lifetime, joining
together with the St. Francis of Assisi Parish in Jebel Ali. Although the group consisted of
only 25 members, everyone’s big personalities and even bigger hearts made the journey that
much more enjoyable and memorable. One of the major factors of World Youth Day is the
encountering of so many pilgrims from all corners of the world, who share almost nothing
in common with you except for your unrequited love and desire to give glory and praise to
God! The people you meet can very well change your life. On one beautiful occasion, we
were waiting in a surging crowd to enter into St. Faustina’s chapel and to make the time go
by quicker, we decided to recite the rosary. About a few minutes in, a couple of pilgrims
from Iowa, USA, as we later found out, joined in and said the entire rosary with us! We later
exchanged tokens and words about our World Youth Day experience. It’s amazing that
complete strangers became acquainted in a matter of seconds through our shared love for
Jesus and his mother. But those pilgrims were a drop in the ocean compared to the
incredible number of people we encountered over the next few days from countries all over
the world - Singapore, Slovakia, Slovenia, Australia, China, Canada, Guatemala, Ecuador,
United Kingdom, Portugal - to name a few!

To say we were blessed beyond measure would be an understatement. Most people
don’t ever get to hear the Pope speak in real time, whereas we had the opportunity to
hear his amazing, inspired words on three separate occasions. In addition to Mercy, a
recurring theme that the Pope touched on was the increasing tendency of the youth of
today to get too comfortable. However, this comfort is not the good kind, it’s the kind
that hinders us from exploring the world around us, hinders us from growing, creating,
dreaming and gazing at new horizons that hold God’s will for our life. In his address to
3 million pilgrims at Campus Misericordiae during the Vigil, he urges us to not be
“couch potatoes”, but rather to step outside our comfort zone into the world of pain
and fear in order to make a real difference as God intended for his children to do.
World Youth Day serves as a fantastic opportunity for all of God’s children to congregate
together and share their thoughts, ideas and opinions about our amazing faith and
the Catholic Church. It also goes to show, that no matter the strife and struggle faced by
Christians all over the world, the Church is stronger than ever and we will fight and
charge to the ends of the Earth for God and his son, Jesus, who dies for us on the cross,
for our salvation to spread the love and joy that encompasses our great Catholic faith!
Viva Noronha

“One minute you’re strangers, the next thing
you know you’re a family.”
Evening of 19th July, I was filled with mixed emotions – weary, excitement, fear,
joy. This night was the night we met the parish and the families that I didn’t know,
would leave our hearts filled with overwhelming love.
We arrived in the community late in the evening but as we got out of the bus, we
were welcomed with big smiles, singing and warm hugs – its as if they’ve known
us forever and they were just waiting for us to come home. We were served with
authentic Polish delicacy (Pierogi) and everyone in the community were doing
their best to quench our tiredness after a long trip. It was great start in our Days in
the Diocese.
I, together with two of my fellow pilgrims, became a daughter of a lovely couple
who never had daughters, but had two sons whose names are Peter and Paul.
They also had a cute puppy named Lily and they lived in a massive house! We
were in awe and felt so blessed to be in there. I never felt homesick at all because I
had so much fun being a part of this family. I am an only child so having siblings,
even for just five days, was new to me. Also, I was raised by a single mom so having
a foster father and knowing how it feels like to be cared and loved by him was
such a wonderful feeling.

Every single day we were there, our foster mom didn’t fail to prepare breakfast and
dinner for us. She even gave us a lot of biscuits, fruits and drinks for us to take in our
day-trips because they don’t want us to get hungry. I had a bit of cough during the trip
and when my family noticed it, I was full taken care of. They were so concerned that
they gave me pack of medicines and even asked to take me to a doctor. They were so
open and willing to share their lives to us even though they’ve only met us for a couple
of days.
It was a bittersweet feeling to be so attached to our family and to the community in
Blizne and say our farewells. For just a short amount of time, we’ve shared joy, friendship,
and the sense of belongingness. The walls were down and bridges were built. Our
last day was flooded with tears, gratefulness, and appreciation. It was surely a moment
we will never forget and we will always know that whenever we decide to visit Poland
again, we have a family.
Joyce Diano

“Auschwitz—Birkenau”
It is scorching hot day when we visit the Nazi concentration camps of Auschwitz and
Auschwitz -Birkenau. Due to the large number of visitors, we are only allowed to walk
the perimeter of the camps, stopping at information boards along the way. Auschwitz
Birkenau is the larger of the two camps and as we enter, the first thing that strikes you
is an eerie calm and peacefulness. There’s a sense of order and sterility about the
place, the earth is a vibrant green and it is hard to imagine the horrors that once took
place here. Overhead, out of nowhere, storm clouds roll in – and it seems as though
the weather wants to match our mood as we make this journey.
At a clearing, plaques in several languages read, “Forever let this place be a cry of despair
and a warning to humanity where the Nazis murdered about one and a half million
men, women and children, mainly Jews from various countries of Europe Auschwitz
Birkenau 1940-1945”
I call our group together to say a prayer; we sit in three lines on stone steps overlooking
the rail tracks and the buildings that housed gas chambers, but my mind is blank.
Someone suggests, “Lets pray Psalm 91”. The first drops of rain fall and it is the perfect
prayer. The words take on new meaning in Auschwitz and I start to think about
God and man, good and evil, and being your brother’s keeper. I silently ask familiar
questions, “ Where were you God? How could you have let this happen?”

As we walk, Anthony and I talk about the “why” and “how” of the holocaust. Like
many before us we try to make sense of Auschwitz. I think of the countless ways that
God was present even in the midst of such cruelty and sorrow. I think of Saints Maximillian
Kolbe and Theresa Benedicta of the Cross, and the men and women who
brought hope and faith into this darkness.
As we near the exits, the rain drops get heavier, we pick up the pace, something has
been growing heavy inside of me, almost as if my body was saying to my brain –
enough, just leave. I think Anthony feels it too, because we quickly switch to talking
about math and school- simple topics. Outside the gates, standing on the rail tracks I
want to hug each and everyone in my group as if to say, we’re ok, we’re safe, I love you.
Places like Auschwitz remind you of how precious life is and how much we have to be
grateful for.
Suffering and injustice still exists and everyday we turn a blind eye to it. How can ‘we’
let this happen? Humans have a great darkness within us but we have a greater capacity
for love. I saw this love every day during WYD, within my group, in the pilgrims we
met and most of all in the people of Poland. I pray that we are able to bring this love for
neighbour to our daily lives here in the UAE. I hope we are able to be polite on the metro,
kind to servers at restaurants and smile while offering peace at mass. We need to feel
the same love for the people we encounter everyday. Pope Francis asked us to build
bridges and to live in diversity and dialogue. It’s through this love and it is by these
bridges that we honour the memory of the people who lost their lives in Auschwitz.
Places like Auschwitz remind
you of how precious life is and
how much we have to be
grateful for.
Melissa Jayawickrema

“Broken and Rebuilt”
“Life changing!” is almost every pilgrim’s response when questioned about their experience
at the World Youth Day. “Broken and rebuilt” would be my response because
that was exactly how my first experience at the World Youth Day could be described.
When we arrived for the Days of the Diocese at the little town of Blizne in Warsaw, we
were welcomed with flags and cheering and excited faces even though we had arrived
5 hours late – well past the bedtime of most of the people in the town! As we profusely
apologised, the only reply we got from the residents was, “Don’t worry about being a
few hours late! We’ve been waiting for you guys for two years!” And that’s when my
walls started breaking down. I never thought that it would be easy for a different culture
to mingle so easily with ours! They opened their hearts to us and welcomed us as
their own children!
On the last day of the Days of the Diocese, I fell sick with fever and diarrhea which
continued for 5 days. Perhaps the food was too overwhelming for my stomach. It prevented
me from visiting Auschwitz, was a real hurdle when we had to walk for miles
together and forced me to live on bread and water. As part of the band ‘Ablaze’ that
played for two events during World Youth Day, it was very difficult to stand for an
hour on stage, but after our second concert, I knew in prayer that I was healed. In all
my suffering, I realized that God was breaking me from within and getting rid of all
that was bad in me. The diarrhea was just a symptom
Although we stay in the same house, my sister and I hadn’t interacted much due to
my busy schedule. During the WYD days, we stayed together while in hotels and it
was during this time that we finally spoke, shared secrets, laughed, cried and rebuilt
our relationship.
I believe that my pilgrimage to the land of Mercy was not a coincidence. It was for
God to rebuild my faith, deepen my love and give me hope for my future! (Jer 29:11)
I am looking forward to the next World Youth Day to see what God does next!
Lar ina Melissa D’Souza

A Walk in the Woods.
“Step by step we will complete this journey…together.”
This is exactly what I kept reassuring myself as I took every painful and difficult step
towards our final destination in the middle of the forest we were then hiking through.
However, it was not the pain I was concentrating on. It was rather the unity and the
willpower of every person accompanying me on that 10km walk to the middle of
Kampinoski National Park.
Several minutes before embarking on this journey, I had a very humbling experience
during my service period at Laski. When we were informed about our community service
program at Laski, I really did not know what to expect. Friends with experiences
from previous World Youth Days shared a lot about
their services, and I was eagerly awaiting this day.
From the moment we entered Laski, I experienced a
deep sense of peace all around me. I just could not
wait any longer to visit the school for blind children
and help around in whatever way possible. We were
divided into smaller groups and assigned different
tasks. Within that same day, I had a chance to experience
two different fields of work; first a gardener and
then a cleaner. As a gardener, I had to pluck out
weeds and as a cleaner, I helped clean windows and
clear up garbage. Doing these tasks was a very humbling
experience for me. It helped me value and look
up to people who do these jobs daily, in order to earn
a living. I would personally recommend everyone to
undertake such jobs as part of community service every
now and then.
It broadens our perspective of what every person has to struggle through to earn a
living and also helps us become more aware of our surroundings and more respectable
towards every job.

Coming back to the walk through the woods, after the tiring though rewarding community
service, I was not really ready for this long walk. I could feel my joints and bones
beginning to ache. My shoulders were not being supportive either. For the first few
kilometers of the walk, I kept concentrating only my pain and kept complaining silently
in my mind. I was slightly displeased with the idea of a planned walk through the woods
after all that work of service which had already tired me out. I silently continued on the
trek wondering when it would end. We all started reciting the rosary. As I continued
praying, I realized that I should perhaps concentrate on the beauty around me and the
determination of every pilgrim walking with me. I began to also contemplate on Jesus’
journey to Calvary and how he struggled with a heavy cross upon his shoulders and
with pain constantly being inflicted upon him. This struggle that I was going through
was indeed not even a tiny portion of what Jesus had been through. I slowly started
offering up the pain that I felt in my body for different causes and petitions. I began looking
around at the beauty of nature surrounding me, rather than just focusing on my feet.
It was truly stunning and so peaceful and serene.
At the end of the walk, we arrived at the cemetery where soldiers from the Second World
War were buried. Seeing their graves brought me to tears as it brought thoughts of how
much every soldier must have struggled and fought for their country. And there I was,
complaining about a short walk through a forest. I suddenly felt so small in front of the
amount of sacrifices that people all over the world do for the happiness of others. We
paid our respects to the martyred soldiers and continued on our way to the middle of the
forest where we had our much-awaited dinner. We took part in a traditional Polish dance
and had lots and lots to eat. On my way back home, I could only thank God for this wonderful
day that he had blessed me with. Although we all struggled through it, we all
came back much humbler than before, and more appreciative of the gifts that we had in
life.
Jason Rodrigues

Experiencing Christ in all around- Matthew 25:31-40
.
I would describe my WYD pilgrimage journey in Poland as a Trip to Heaven. I will
not forget the Love, Peace, Joy and Unity that I have experienced in Poland with so
many different nationalities and cultures from all over the world. When incidents
and disasters were happening around us in Germany, France and Turkey; here we
were Children of God, Soldiers of Christ standing against the evil, and living the
teachings of God, believing in His promises and gathered and united for the same
purpose: Jesus Christ.
The more I was looking around me, the more I saw Jesus. This Trip confirmed to
me that Jesus is not in one place far away from all of us in Heaven but actually He
is so close to us and we were so blind to see it! This pilgrimage opened my eyes to
the reality and showed me that Jesus is in EVERYONE. From the families who
greeted us with so much Love and Respect despite the fact that they had no clue
who we were to the Love that all pilgrims were sharing amongst each other.
I will not forget when, during our Days in Diocese, we were taken to the biggest
Mass I have attended before the Mass led by the Pope. We were in Warsaw, not
even in Krakow, and the place was packed with all nationalities around the world,
flags held and waving for God. The Mass was led by the Archbishop of Warsaw
and the purpose of that Mass was to prepare us for the WYD actual event. I felt at
Peace, at awe seeing so many people gathered in one Name and for one Name.
Everyone had a huge smile on their face, whether they understood mass or not,
whether they understood the gospel songs or not, the smile was still there and everyone
was singing despite the presence of the so many diverse languages present.
Where Eternal, True Love and Peace is, Jesus is;
Where Jesus is, Heaven is

I couldn’t stop smiling because I knew this was Heaven but yet I wasn’t quite
sure till the moment of sharing the Peace of Christ came; here I saw more than
50,000 people hugging each other despite the nationality, looks, smell, color…
NO ONE CARED! Everyone saw Jesus in everyone and everyone hugged the
Jesus in the other, and this is where I got the confirmation and the voice in my
ear “Anthony, Welcome to Heaven”.
In that moment and till now, I say
that I don’t want to know what is
Heaven anymore because I have
experienced it and saw it in Poland.
Where Eternal, True Love
and Peace is, Jesus is; where Jesus
is, Heaven is.
Thank you God, Mama Mary, all
the Saints and Angels of Heaven,
especially St.JP2 and St. Faustina
for your blessings and intercessions,
for giving the pilgrims of
the WYD a chance to “experience
Christ in all around”.
Anthony Khadige

The Vigil
We started the day travelling by train, only to realise we had to get off the train several
stations from the desired location. We then had to walk more than we thought we would.
On the way to the Vigil Site, there were volunteers handing out snacks and drinks to all
the pilgrims and water hydrants were busted open as it was too hot. We then started our
long walk to the Vigil Site. We walked for more than 6 kilometers.
When we reached the Vigil Site, the view was amazing. Flags from countries all around
the world waving in the wind and everyone singing together were an amazing thing to
see. We had to then make our way to the section that we were given to set camp.
After reaching the section, the hardest and one of the fun things were to find a spot to set
camp. We spent 20 to 25 mins searching for a spot. We then set up our sleeping bags and
haversacks. The Vigil was to be between 8 to 9 and it was around 5 in the evening. So we
sat, talked, slept and prayed till it started.
The Vigil started and it was one of the most stunning things I have ever seen. Everyone
were holding hands and singing and praying like one big family. Then candles were
handed out for the Divine Mercy. You could see only candle lights everywhere you
looked.

After all this was over, there was a concert. We all were so hungry after all this.
We then decided that half of the group should go out and get food while the rest
stay back. They came back after 2 hours. We all ate and then slept so we could get
a fresh start in the morning for the Sunday Mass.
The next morning, all of us went out in small groups to go meet other people
from other countries. We met people from Australia, Kazakhstan, Serbia and
many more. We exchanged gifts and contacts with each other. We then celebrated
the Mass. It was said by Pope Francis.
After the Mass, we started our journey back to the school we stayed in. The
weather was one of the weirdest things we experienced. It was hot and humid for
an hour and then it suddenly rained pretty heavily for another hour. It kept alternating.
Overall these 2 weeks we spent in Poland were one of the most amazing things
ever
Cur tis Miranda

Love and Tears
Any feedback given about the WYD’16 will never be complete without mentioning
about the ‘HOST FAMILIES’.
There is always a feeling about how and what to expect about a Strange land and to live
with Strange people not knowing that even we are strangers to them!!! But as we just
reached the Blizne Parish at around 10:00pm the view was much surprising to as anything.
People were not tired even after waiting for as long about 6hrs… the Clapping
and cheers and the shouts not only made us feel special but also gave the feeling of belongingness.
Initially we felt there could be a communication barrier due to new language, but when
you experience so much of love and care you understand things even without speaking.
The welcome was as warm as ever and we were made as comfortable as at home. Trusted
and given rights to everything in the house from the TV remote to the door keys.
The bonding was such in the few days, they used to wait for us to come home after our
day trip and then the long chats till late night. Out of their busy schedule the time shared
with us was amazing. Feeling was great of helping them with the day to day activities
with cooking, cleaning always made us feel at home.

The breakfast was as good as three meals and the parcel for the day was for almost
15 days. Yes, some people really believe in giving love with all they have. I will
always remember the early morning Breakfast and late night drinks ;)
And as the time came for farewell we never realized we are already a part of their
family, their life which indeed had a big impact.
That was the most difficult thing ever, the week spent seems like years spent with
them. Everything was pouring out from the heart and it was never easy to say the
Good Bye without wetting the eyes. It was difficult, but had to move on with a
promise of coming back again.
We owe a lot to the families…….came happily as strangers and left being an important
part of their life with tears in our eyes.
Delison Pinto

Experiences
You say we need, Faith? Hope? Love? Joy? Peace? Purpose? Mercy? Grace?
Then we definitely need GOD. To experience God is to experience all these emotions
together. BUT, to experience God with the Church is the ultimate joy for one’s restless
soul.
I knew my journey began right when I submitted the registration form for WYD.
I was so amazed by the thought of being able to go to a different country, with
people I didn’t know, to meet people of the same faith from all over the world! You
would not imagine the amount of excitement running through me.
And so, there I was! In the midst of so many faces, so many voices that sang the same
song of praise, so many hands that were joined together praying the same prayer. As
I write this for all of you, I can still feel that energy in me. Right from day 1, as we
started off to visit the new city we had landed in, singing through the streets, bonding
with one another while we travelled on the bus, the atmosphere we created
around ourselves just showed everyone that we are children of God. Up until the day
we met our host parish and the families we would stay with for a week. How were
we going to manage? Would they be kind enough to accept us as a part of their parish?
Were the families going to care much while we stayed with them? So much on
our minds, so many questions.

I cannot forget the day before we left from Blizne, our host parish. Our hearts expressed
gratitude and love for each other through our tears. That night when I closed my eyes to
sleep, I saw every moment we lived with them. How kind they were to take us around
the city, travelling with us, singing with us on every street, looking out for us so we
won’t be left out in that new place, dancing on every song that played, teaching us their
language and learning ours, feeding us their best dishes! And most importantly, praying
with us. That day I knew what it meant to be bound in a faith that sees no boundaries. It
was almost as if we had known them forever. Our families, who welcomed us with arms
wide open, gave us the best food, the best company, so much care and support, just like
any parent would, for their child. As a 17 year old who was brought up in a city like
Dubai, protected and cared for, I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for these kindhearted
people. It pierced my heart to have departed from them so soon.
Now when you go to church, look around you. Quite a few people who share the same
faith, right? Now multiply that number by a million! Feels awesome, doesn’t it? I felt the
same. For everywhere I looked, I saw my brothers and sisters in the same faith. And
how did I know? By the LOVE they had in their eyes.
We began our WYD activities with catechesis from one of our fellow parishes. You know
where? Right in front of the house of, St. John Paul II. We knew we definitely had his
blessings as we started off! We were addressed by Cardinal Luis Antonio Tagle who
spoke to us about the “Right Time” – NOW. Forgive, Now. Love, Now. Show Mercy,
Now. Further, hearing testimonies of many young, brave and courageous hearts, to hear
how they lifted all their pain up to the Lord, inspired each and every one of us to remember
how loving and merciful our Creator is.

Experiences
Above all, today, when I look back, I realize what really deepened my faith, what really
brought me closer to my Lord. Celebrating the Mass and reflecting in peace- that
the silence brought- during the Holy Hour of Adoration. We didn’t need to celebrate
mass in languages we already knew, we didn’t even need to celebrate mass in a
building or a chapel. We celebrated masses in Polish and Italian, just the same way as
we do in English. We also celebrated mass on a bus while on the road. It’s much
more amazing when you experience it. Praying with one another, praising God with
people who love him as much as I do, believing that he made me just like he made
the people around me, with the same love, giving us talents and gifts in abundance,
and still making each and every single one of us unique. Incomprehensible!
I experienced Faith, Hope, Love, Joy, Peace, Purpose, Mercy and Grace. I experienced
God. I saw him, in every person I met, in every church I visited, in every corner of
the places I visited.
I had come back with memories that would never fade away. With a family so loving,
just like my own. With inspiration from every person I met, the love they shared
with warm hugs and kind words. With smiles, laughter, tears of joy, blessings from
the Pope, his motivation, his guidance and most of all, the energy that the Catholic
Church has, the intensity of all of us praying together, singing together, praising God
together! What more could a teenager like me ask for? So many different experiences
that I would never have, if I didn’t have this opportunity! I learned, that we will only
bring change by BEING the Church.
He loves me and he wants me to tell you how much he loves you.
He wants to speak to you, listen to him.
If you want to love him too,
love the people in your life,
share their pain,
show kindness,
show mercy.
For blessed are the merciful
Pearl Lobo

The Church Alive
The experience at the World youth day, has so far been the best one I’ve ever
witnessed. The thing I believe that makes it so superior, is how God intervenes
in everything and sorts things out the way it should go, even when all
our plans tend to fail.
Every moment of it was so exceptional, from the time we arrived all the way
through the days in the dioceses and over the actual World Youth day. It was
purely astounding. It would be hard to describe all in all the experience, but I
believe the one thing that really warmed my heart was seeing the Church
Alive now more than ever!
It was beyond me to imagine that so many youth from all over the world
would come together to join in the celebration of our Glorious Faith! A lot of
people seem very sceptical about youth being involved in church, that we
could make a difference in our deteriorating World, that somehow we would
rise and see our potential and work towards it. If only they would’ve seen the
youth at World Youth Day! They would’ve been flabbergasted!
It was so delightful to witness us hold hands during the Our father, hug or
shake hands while giving peace, seeing the flags from different countries
hoisted up, not in war, like how habitually it used to be, but in unity to witness
our faith together! Everyone was so loving and compassionate! It’s like
all the variation seemed like nothing, we were no longer under the banners of
the countries we came from, we were under the banner of Jesus Christ our
Risen King! We had all come together to witness our faith in great numbers,
and no one could stop us or fright us away, not the threats, or the attacks, we
were all united and tied to one thing and that was Jesus our Lord and Saviour.
Seeing all of that made me realise that we are not the Church of tomorrow,
but we are the Church of TODAY! And that we all have a mission to fulfil,
that is to Love another and spread the Good news that is Jesus himself!
Averell Menezes

Way of the Cross: Worshipping God with your Talents
Sitting in the main square in the little town of Wadowice, the town renowned as the
hometown of St. Pope John Paul 2, four of us watched the live screening of the Way of the
Cross, as we were unable to make it to Blonia Park, in Krakow on that day. I’d heard that the
way they do the ‘Stations of the Cross’ at World Youth Day was quite different, so I was
quite excited to participate in this Way of the Cross.
Pope Francis made his way past the crowds to the main stage and commenced the Way of
the Cross with the Sign of the Cross. Pilgrims then began to carry the iconic Youth Cross to
each station.
A sand art painting commenced with a depiction of the Last Supper that went on to show
how Jesus’ way to Calvary began, in the Garden of Gethsemane, with the cup of suffering,
depicted by the face of Jesus, wearing a crown of thorns on his head and a drop of blood over
the cup. The sand painting ends with Jesus illustrated to be imprisoned behind bars.
The first station- ‘Jesus is condemned to death’ was a ballet act in front of an animated screen
that showed silhouettes of people and guards accusing Jesus. Through this form of dance, it
illustrated how Jesus accepted his crown of suffering.
The second station- ‘Jesus carries His cross’ was a human formation of the World Youth Day
logo. The logo symbolizes Jesus on the cross and the youth, with Jesus’ divine mercy connecting
both of them.
The third station- ‘Jesus falls the first time’ was depicted by a stunt act comprising of three
people, wherein two of them formed the shape of the cross and the third person carried that
cross. They walked a distance, and later fell to the floor, depicting the first fall of Christ.
The fourth station- ‘Jesus meets his mother’ was a
dramatic representation of Mother Mary, who turns
around to see the face of her son, Jesus, on a screen
behind her.

The fifth station- ‘Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus to carry
his cross’ was a slow motion mime act depicting Simon
being forced by a guard to help Jesus carry his cross.
The sixth station- ‘Veronica wipes the face of Jesus’ was
depicted through a contemporary dance where Veronica
covers Jesus’ face with her scarf, and Jesus’ face appears
on a banner behind her.
The seventh station- ‘Jesus falls the second time’ was a rock climbing feat by two
rock climbers. Once they reached the top, they formed a cross. There was a subsequent
fall from that height, to depict Jesus’ second fall.
The eight station- ‘Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem’ was depicted through the
painting of a teardrop on an eye symbolizing the weeping women of Jerusalem.
The ninth station- ‘Jesus falls a third time’ was depicted through the use of an iron
cross prop. Jesus was shown struggling to carry his cross up a flight of stairs, and
ultimately collapses on the stairs.

The tenth station- ‘Jesus’ clothes are taken away’ was an aerial act
wherein Jesus’ garment was unwound as Jesus rotates mid air.
The eleventh station- ‘Jesus is nailed to the cross’ was depicted
through the hoisting of the cross, as Jesus hangs on it.
The twelfth station goes on to depict how ‘Jesus dies on the cross’
as he hangs his head and gives up His spirit, with His mother
looking on.
The thirteenth station- ‘The body of Jesus is taken down from the cross’. Mary awaits with
arms outstretched to receive her son, as he is brought down from the cross.
The fourteenth station- ‘Jesus is laid in the tomb’ was depicted by a sand art painting
again showing how Jesus cross is confined to a coffin, and the sorrow of Mary on seeing
her son’s body wrapped up in cloth.
With that, the pilgrim cross made its way onto the stage, and Pope Francis concluded the
Way of the Cross by giving the final blessing.
I was amazed at how each station
was represented in the Way of the
Cross. I understood that day, how
God gives us all different talents,
and that we can all use them for
his glory. Even the seemingly unconventional
talents! Truly, this
was one of the best experiences
I’ve had at World Youth Day!
Vanessa D’Souza

Happy. Excited. Nervous. Mixed emotions.
I heard from my friends who have been to the previous WYDs that it can be a life
changing event not until I landed in Poland and feeling it first hand, seeing it, living
it, breathing it, and yes it is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
I also heard people say that in WYD you will experience this and that.
THAT experience was being on the land where the person who thought of WYD in
1985 were born and raised, that St. JP2. THAT experience was living with your foster
family for few days and would not expect of having a heavy heart when the day has
come to leave them. THIS experience was being taking care of by your host parish
volunteers and walk you around their town visiting old churches and places that are
relevant to their culture and would not expect that you will feel attached to everyone
and thought that your connection will continue to many years of friendship. THAT
experience was singing and dancing on the airport, on the train station, on the train,
on the bus, in the park, in a lawn, and even while walking. THIS experience was
meeting people saying "hi, where are you from?" and as if you know that person
from a long time back. THAT experience was giving a smile to a stranger and get a
smile back. THIS experience was getting free hugs from everyone. THAT experience
was forming a small circle while singing the WYD hymn and comes to a point that
the circle gets bigger and bigger and bigger. THIS experience was being infected by
happy mood of everyone. THAT experience was having a ten kilometer walk just to
reach the vigil site, stay under the sun and overnight stay in the field with the people
you don’t even know. THIS experience was celebrating the mass with Pope Francis
and him giving us an on-point / bulls eyed message to the youth on how we can
strengthen our faith and live in mercy.
I’ve always believed that all things that is happening in our lives are planned since
our day one in this world.
Indeed, my faith and fate brought me to WYD 2016 with twenty four beautiful souls.
Love. Peace.
Ar ianne Laus

A surreal walk.
Auschwitz , Poland.
It was so surreal to walk through the concentration
camps of Auschwitz. As I walked past the
buildings which “housed” the inmates which included
Jews, Poles, Romanians, Soviet prisoners
of war and Jehovah’s Witnesses; it felt as though
their tormented souls still roamed the grounds. Howls of the wind echoed their screams.
What caught me off-guard was how normal the place looked. The indoor exhibition was
closed, so we were only able to walk along the grounds and view the buildings from the
outside. Barbed wire aside, it actually looked like a housing complex of some sort.
No one really talked while we were there. I’m not sure if everyone maintained silence
out of respect for the dead or because of the ominous atmosphere that seemed to surround
us. Almost everyone pondered on the question, how could anyone in their right
mind advocate the slaughter of fellow human beings? The easiest answer for our brains
to process this genocide was simple, they weren’t in their right mind. I doubt the answer
is as simple as that.
Visiting this place was a reminder; sometimes we are so absorbed in our own lives we
often forget to pray for things that do not directly influence our daily lives. We need to
remember to pray for the dead, to pray for those whose lives were plagued with torture,
torment and suffering. We also need to pray for those who can commit such atrocities. I
prayed to Jesus, that all these souls may have found peace in their deaths and to know
that He was and is the way, the truth and the life. All those murdered by the Nazis were
murdered for who they were, just like Jesus was crucified for who He was. This also was
a reminder to pray for those who suffer in the name of Christ, that they may never lose
their faith in Him.
I think visiting Auschwitz was a wake-up call, that we should not take our lives for
granted and thank our Father in Heaven for the abundance of blessings He showers upon
us every day .
Ilda Soares

Nourishment for the body
The first meal that we shared with our host families was welcoming dinner that we were
late for, yet they greeted us with open arms cheerful smiles.
After having a welcome from Fr Marcin we were assigned and met our host families. For
dinner we had homemade pierogi which is like dumplings which were stuffed with potatoes,
chicken, spinach and a sweet one which had berries. Overall for our first dinner
with our parish and host families were amazing and a great bonding experience.
For breakfast, lunch, dinner and all our snacks were provided by the host families we
were staying with and they were delicious. Our last meal with our host families was dinner
where the whole parish was invited for a barbeque where we sang and danced and
said goodbye bye to our host families which was really sad.
As we progressed on to the world youth day events we were given food coupons to be
used at participating restaurants and stands. During the WYD events we were given accommodation
at the school where John Paul the second went, over here we were provided
breakfast which was great.
On our way to the vigil mass we were given snack packs which had prepackaged food
and drink from volunteers as for the families and adults who handed out water, juice,
cakes, pastries and etc.
After the vigil mass we had to walk for at least an hour to get food when we reached
there the food was over so we had a filling of doner kebab.
After the ending mass the weather was bipolar as we were sweating from the heat and
drenched from the heavy rains. Overall the world youth day was amazing as we got to
Joshua Fer nandes

Serving God , Serving Man
When I was at the age of 8, which was my first year at the altar, I always
asked myself, “Where will I be when all of this is done by confirmation?”
This question kept running in my head till I stopped my service at the age
of 14.
Even after leaving the Altar Service, the sacristan had asked me to keep
on serving, but in a different position. An M.C, Master of Ceremonies. As
an M.C, my duty was to guide the younger altar servers towards the right
way of serving on the Altar. But the thought still kept running in my head,
“I’m here now, what should I do? Where to next? ”. This question was
finally answered when I had signed up for the World Youth Day in Krakow,
2016.
We had a meeting one day about how each person had to contribute towards
the pilgrimage once we were in Poland. Myself and Johann were
asked to help our Parish Priest by Altar Serving! “Is this my answer? Is this
why I was asked to serve God?” It was. I had finally found my answer.
It was God who called me and made me wait for 6 years just to serve him
and all the people from all over the world. When in Poland, I thought every
church would be the same as ours in Jebel Ali. But boy was I wrong! Every
church I entered into looked unimaginably beautiful. Each church had its
uniqueness, one way or the other.

As I entered into these churches, I could only wonder how the sacristy of each of
them would look. They were the most blessed places I had ever entered in my entire
life.
Every time we wore the different robes of Altar Servers in the churches in Poland,
Johann would always tell me, “How much more blessed can we get?” I couldn’t
utter a single word. God was speaking to me through a person who I barely knew.
He knew we were in the right place at the right time.
I have hope for more as God says, “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares
the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you
hope and a future.’ ”, Jeremiah 29:11
Abraham George

An Answer
Why? Why did she have to suffer so much? How could something like
this happen to her? Why so much torture before her death?
My aunt ( who was like my second mother) had passed away due to
cancer just a week before my travel. This had created a vacuum within. It's
not that we hadn't seen it coming but seeing her deteriorating health and
then her death like a skeleton, with no flesh made those questions haunt
me all the time.
Having buried all possible questions about suffering I took off for our
journey for the World Youth Day a week later. We did have a 3 days side
trip before we could start with the days in t he diocese and the WYD
festival.
One of the trip organized for us was in Wadowice, the visit to St John
Paul II's Family House - a museum dedicated to his life and work in the
house where he grew up. It contained the history of him and his family ,
information regarding his birth, schooling, photographs, sculpture, objects,
replicas, his journey to being the Pope etc.
We seek for an answer on the human level and
we cannot help noticing that the one whom we
put the question is himself suffering and
wishes to answer us from the cross, from the
heart of his own suffering.

There were also various passages encrypted from his papal visits, WYDs, apostolic
letter, books etc.
One such extract which penetrated into my heart and soul was from the Salvifici
Doloris. This was on the Christian meaning of human suffering. The passage stated
that whenever we enter suffering we ask the question "why". We seek for an answer
on the human level and we cannot help noticing that the one whom we put the question
is himself suffering and wishes to answer us from the cross, from the heart of his
own suffering. Tears rolled down my eyes as I continued to read that every man has
his own share in the redemption. And each man in his suffering, can also become a
sharer in the redemptive suffering of Christ. These prominent words enlightened my
spirit.
Finally I had experienced the feeling of contentment and an answer to my question. I
felt my aunt rejoicing in paradise.
Quer ina Fer nandes

Angels among us
Everything we do as Christians revolves around the simple truth that God wants to
be with us. He wants to be with us here on earth, and to give us life after death in
heaven. Mass is the place where God especially comes to us, because at every Mass
Christ feeds us with His word as we listen to readings from the Bible, and with His
Body and Blood in the Eucharist. Every Mass is a powerful moment when God steps
down into our lives so that He can give us gifts and change us.

And so at WYD 2016, I had a glimpse of what heaven would look like, at masses we
celebrated on the first two days of our trip. We visited churches that were so divine
and beautiful. The atmosphere created by those walls themselves made so much
difference to what we had to offer. How astounding it was to be able to celebrate
mass in a place like that. As we sang the hymns during mass, I believe there were
angels from heaven who sang with us, because everyone who sang, praised God
from their hearts. One could feel the Holy Spirit among us, guiding us though every
step of the way.
Fr. Biju, who celebrated the mass, expressed how blessed each one of us are, to be
able to travel so far, with strangers and still have a sense of unity that binds all of us
to Christ. And we must respect the same, respect the people and the place for having
welcomed us so wonderfully.
I’m sure each one of us has taken back with them a beautiful memory, and so have
I. A memory filled with love and blessings.
“For where two or three gather in My Name, there am I with them." Matthew 18:20
Roselyn D’Souza

Masses at the Parishes
Between the excitement of being in a new country, the thrill of meeting new pilgrims and
our seemingly never-ending bus journeys, it was the daily Masses that became our much
needed time of reflection and quiet. These Masses were celebrated by Fr.Biju in various
parishes and locations. With our first mass being held on the day we arrived, we were
extremely fortunate to be able to hear this Mass in the church that housed the revered image
of the Black Madonna.
Despite arriving long after our expected time, the Parish was understanding enough to
provide us with a chapel. It is incredible to think that 24 youths alone could successfully
host a mass for themselves; there were altar servers, a talented choir and numerous lectors
who wrote their own meaningful prayers (for prayers of the faithful).
These masses not only became a reminder of why we had travelled to Poland for WYD,
but also re-emphasised the idea that it is not the building that makes the church, but rather
‘we’ who make the church. The latter point was perhaps best highlighted on our
third day when our hectic travel schedule prevented us for stopping at a parish for mass.
Rather than just give up, we got to experience, many for the first time and perhaps only
time, Mass on a moving bus! Despite the idea at first being met with a little disbelief and
concern, the makeshift altar and ever-willing congregation ensured it was a success.

The following few masses were held with our host families in Blizne and Izabelin.
These masses were mainly celebrated in Polish with the sermon being translated
into English by our fantastic translator Marta. The Parish was keen on involving us
in the Masses by having the readings in English and asking our choir (Keegan and
Larina) to sing the offertory and recessional hymns; it quickly began to feel like our
parish too.
I soon grew to have a favourite part of the mass in Poland: offering each other
peace. Rather than just a bob of the head in two people’s general direction, in Poland
peace was offered with a handshake and then gradually even a hug to as many
people as possible. This moment began to symbolise not only our experience in
Blizne was our WYD experience as a whole; we had started this trip journey as individuals
but ended up a family. It has now become a time during mass that always
manages to bring a smile to my face and fondly reminds me of our many masses in
Poland.
Bianca Pereira

Meeting pilgrims from around the world
Representing the St. Francis of Assisi Parish in Dubai, we went with the intention of
stumbling across pilgrims from around the world; we were a living testimony that
Christianity is strengthened even in an Islamic country such as Dubai.
Being surrounded by hundreds of nationalities who have gathered on this pilgrimage
for the same purpose is definitely a unique experience; we were unified as one as
we all shared the same spiritual welfare.
As were exposed to people of different races, backgrounds, and cultures, we were
eager to learn about different heritages and traditions from around the world; not
only did this lead to a myriad of engaging discussions, but also resulted in numerous
exchanges of adorable bracelets and national souvenirs.
As our journey came to a halt, I was able to deduce a thought-provoking fact: on the
outside, we come in different shapes, sizes, and colors; however, on the inside, we all
share the same Christian beliefs.
Nikhil D’Mello

St. Francis of Assisi, Jebel Ali, Dubai , U.A.E