We were checked in and everything was OK though I had noticed the checking was really thorough..The place we were going to wait from was quite a distance(it was 30mins walk) I don't know why I decided to look for my passport,but as I checked my bag I couldn't find it. I checked several times but all was in vain until I decided to remove all the things I had on it but still could not find it. You can imagine my panic!!! I decided to retrace my steps but I was not getting anywhere,I asked my group members but no one seemed to have seen it.

Well,I decided to go and ask the officer that was checking us but said they hadn't seen it either. As the matter seemed complicated they advised me that I had to report to my Embassy and that most probably I had to remain behind until I sorted out all my papers;this is the last thing I wanted to happen to me!!!!The only thing that I was able to say was Alvaro all the time. My colleagues had to leave but all were helping me in prayer. It was missing about 20mins for the plane to take off when from where I was standing I had my name being called out ,and when I looked to see from where I saw an officer who was carrying a passport and repeating my name. There was no time for explanations as to where it had been found,inwardly I was just thanking D. Alvaro, I managed to catch my flight.