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In the Sonoran Desert not far from a beauty school and a car wash, stands a rose-colored castle. Sun bakes the tiered terra-cotta roofs. And the long colonnades and date palms at its front entrance evoke a dream.

On certain days of the week, a white U.S. Department of Homeland Security bus pulls up out front and 80 or so children and adults step off and disappear into a turquoise-domed sanctuary.

This former 40-bedroom Benedictine monastery in Tucson, Arizona, is where U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement officials have been bringing hundreds of asylum-seekers directly from detention every week since January. Casa Alitas, a Catholic nonprofit program, hosts them here for up to four days鈥攑roviding meals, free clothing, toiletry kits, and medical care鈥攑reparing them for the next leg of their journeys.

At the end of their stay the asylum-seekers will board Greyhound buses bound for far-flung聽destinations across the U.S., where they鈥檒l stay with sponsors, usually family members, to await hearings before immigration judges.

Normally, Casa Alitas provides housing and meals from a modest four-bedroom house not far away for up to 16 people at a time. But in January, as reached an 11-year high, a wealthy developer this sprawling architectural gem to Catholic Community Services of Southern Arizona for six months, rent-free. Overnight guests can number up to 300.

Known as the 鈥淧ink Rose of the Desert,鈥� the monastery was 聽after a group of Benedictine sisters traveled to Tucson to establish the second American branch of the Switzerland-based Perpetual Adoration Convent. They commissioned Spanish Revival architect Roy Place to design the monastery, which is marked by Baroque flourishes and a frieze with symbolic wheat, grapes, and pomegranates.

The owner, Ross Rulney, bought it two years ago from the , whose 16 nuns spent their days here baking altar breads, singing vespers, and playing volleyball.

These days, the space hums with different energy.

Out back is a desert springtime scene, as giggling children pedal tricycles through an orchard and women sip coffee near a yellow rose bush. A soccer game is getting underway. Bras hang to dry on the courtyard orange trees, and overripe oranges tumble onto the grass.聽Looking around, it鈥檚 easy to forget that all of this is just another scene in the country鈥檚 most pressing humanitarian crisis.

On any given night, as many as 300 asylum-seekers stay here, sleeping in the nuns鈥� former bedrooms or on cots in communal spaces such as the chapel sanctuary. Most guests are Central American and Spanish-speaking, but some speak primarily Q鈥檈qchi鈥�, K鈥檌che鈥�, and other Indigenous languages.

On any given night, as many as 300 asylum-seekers stay here, sleeping in the nuns鈥� former bedrooms.

They create a revolving door at this castle, requiring about a hundred local volunteers, some working 12 hours or more a day, serving food, driving guests to the bus station, and attending to individual needs, says site coordinator Diego Pi帽a Lopez.

Joseline, a 25-year-old who鈥檚 been here just a day, gushes over a cute baby onesie with giraffe prints. She鈥檚 in the clothing room of the monastery, a department set up like a well-tended thrift shop. Guests can come anytime and pick out two sets of donated clothes. Joseline鈥檚 sons, Pablo and Andr茅s, 4 and 6, both find superhero T-shirts they like.

The three had left Guatemala in early March in part because Joseline felt her life threatened by her brother-in-law. She helps another woman pick out new baby clothes then quickly organizes the kids鈥� section.

The immigration detention facility, she says, was awful. The bathrooms lacked doors, and everyone saw everything. The food was barely edible, consisting of crackers, burritos, juice cups, and ugly-tasting water, she explains. The burritos too spicy, far too spicy for her boys to eat. Breakfast might be at any hour鈥�1 a.m., 3 a.m., 11 a.m. Guards banged on the wall.

鈥淲hen we arrived [at the monastery] Sunday afternoon, we hadn鈥檛 eaten since the day before,鈥澛燡oseline says. 鈥淲e saw a doctor here, had a good dinner. The food is really nice. There are clothes, shampoo, fruit, coffee with milk, blankets.鈥�

鈥淚t鈥檚 calmer here, safer. There are toys. My sons have little friends.鈥�

There is a sense of plenty. At first blush, supplies seem strained as more guests arrive. But then, new cots show up as if out of nowhere, and extra rooms open up. Soup pots run deep, and baskets of bananas are refilled as soon as they are empty.

The resources are all compliments of volunteers and other supporters of Casa Alitas.

The resources are all compliments of volunteers and other supporters of Casa Alitas. The clothes, food, personal hygiene products, coloring books, toys, baby supplies鈥攁nything a family might need鈥攁re piled, hour by hour, near the monastery鈥檚 back entrance.

Email blasts ask community members for the day鈥檚 most urgent needs: mini shampoos, kids鈥� shoes, sacks and sacks of PB&Js.

A father of two, 28-year-old Gabriel sees this place as a light in the darkness. Speaking in a soft voice, he explained how he traveled from Honduras with his wife, Jessica, and daughters Hasley, 6, and Sof铆a, 8.

Out of gratitude, Gabriel spends full days volunteering to fold clothes and help orient newcomers, even accidentally working through lunch, then laughing at himself after realizing the late hour.

At Casa Alitas 鈥渨e were met with hugs, with warmth. It was a loosening,鈥� he says, slumping his body in an exaggerated exhale to illustrate.

On any given day, up to 100 children, like his two, run the labyrinthine hallways, playing with donated dolls or taking volunteer-taught art classes. For them, as for their parents, the monastery is a radical shift from immigration detention and the journey that preceded it. Asked how she spends her days, his daughter Sof铆a, her eyes alert, says, 鈥淚 play. I color.鈥� Does she help clean with her friend Aime茅? She gave a sheepish smile. 鈥淣o. I eat soup.鈥�

Soup is a hit here. Volunteers bring pots of homemade soup, beans, rice, and meat, which the residents eat at folding tables covered in bright vinyl cloths. A staggering 380 guests were served one Sunday evening. Managing the swell in numbers, up by about 150 the week before, meant asking volunteers to step up even more.

After dinner, a dreamy light mellows the orchard. Guests sip coffee in the courtyard, and kids turn the paths into tricycle motorways. Asked what he and Jessica will do tonight, Gabriel smiled and shrugged. 鈥淲e鈥檒l relax.鈥� In two days, they leave for Baltimore, where they鈥檒l stay with family.

And in July, Casa Alitas will leave this borrowed palace and return to its four-bedroom house across town.聽The monastery鈥檚 owner hopes to build luxury apartments on the lot鈥檚 vacant land. And Casa Alitas will return to its four-bedroom house across town.

But for now, out on the lawn, as the sky grows pink, Sof铆a puts on sunglasses and parades around a palm tree, framed by the sunlight.