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Kawthar Abushaheen
Muhammed Manzur
English 101
27 Jan 2017
Traveling to another Country
Moving to another country can be a bad experience since one would leave his
friends, family, and city. Relocating to another country takes one out of his or her
comfort zone. The whole thing entails traveling to a place that one has never been to
and settling there is marked with many uncertainties. Feeling uncomfortable is normal
at first as the body and mind adjust to the new environment. In addition, the new
country may have a different culture and people might be using an unknown language
that is difficult to understand. Furthermore, everything becomes strange, from the
food, sounds, smells and sights.
Correspondingly, the experience can be devastating and scary. However,
when one is caught by such a situation, there is a bright side altogether. It is such a
good opportunity to learn a new language, experience a different cultural setting,
which helps one to appreciate values, customs, and history of the new country. It is
also a nice opportunity to meet and befriend people from different cultural
backgrounds that can broaden one’s horizon, changing a life forever.
It was one of the greatest experiences in my life. My father used to work in a
different country and thus, I had to leave my country to accompany him. Since I had
no other option, hence, I had to leave my good friends, family, city, and school to stay
with my father in a foreign country. Initially, I thought that I would stay in the
foreign country for a limited period and come back soon. Therefore, I enjoyed the
tour since I had an opportunity to see many things on the way and in the new country.
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In addition, I was given new clothes, gifts, and other exciting items to use on the way.
I was overwhelmed with happiness as I informed my friends about the trip. I was very
excited and delighted about it. I made all my friends know that I will be away for a
while and that I will be missing everyone.
Unfortunately, I was not aware that I would stay in the foreign country for a
long period. I was not willing to leave people I had known for a long period. I
became extremely nervous and scared when I was told that I would have to stay in the
new country for a longer period of time. I was a little resistant since meeting new
people, coping with different traditions and staying away from people who I have
known for years was not a good experience.
A week before the trip, time was marked with very sad moments since I knew
that I was to leave my school, family, and friend, and start a completely new life. I
could not imagine living in isolation in a place whether I have no friends and I did not
know anyone. However, since my father was based there, we had no any other option
other that accepting the relocation. We had to show love and respect to our father by
moving to where he was working. I did not want to show disrespect to my father by
rejecting his request to move with him in the new country. As a family, it was
important to help our father feel that we trust, appreciate, recognize and love him. My
father wanted to stay close to his family and take care of us. He did not want to stay
away from us since we are part of his life.
On the other hand, we had to unite as a family and say goodbye to our father
as he left the country. My grandparents were part of our extended family and leaving
them was not an easy detachment. I was used to visiting them every day since my
childhood. I remember their informative stories and I feel that I will be missing
something important in my life. I believe that I will be missing chatting with my
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grand mom. She would always entertain and give us beneficial advice on how we can
deal with different situations in our lives. She taught us possible challenges that we
can face in our lives in the future.
Consecutively, she equipped us with important skills that can help enhance
our ability to solve problems and socialize effectively with other people in the society.
Therefore, I am happy for having such as a great grand mom since she cares and
wishes that our lives could become better. In addition, I will also be missing my
nephew and the games we played together. I will extensively miss my friends in
school and the time we enjoyed together. I remember how we spent the vacation
season and I feel that I will be missing an important part of my life. The experience
has been marked with much fun and excitement.
The reality dawned on us when the traveling day arrived. It was a sad moment
indeed. However, we felt a sigh of relief when a representative from the company my
father worked for waited at the airport to take us to a luxurious hotel. We were to stay
there for some days before being taken to our new house, owned by the company. It
was not an easy task at first as the environment and people in that place were new to
us.
After some few days, we were taken to our new house and tackling the
hardships of the new life began, as I was to report to a new school the following day.
The environment was very different from the one I was used to, as everybody around
me was a stranger. However, the warm welcome by the school principal promised me
better days ahead.
I started the school and sincerely, it was all a different setting. I realized many
differences in the way people talked, interacted and shared ideas. Unlike in my
previous school, majority of the teachers were women in the new school. It was not
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common for women to be given positions where they instruct men no matter the age
difference. At first, I found it awkward for women to teach high school classes.
Women are limited to domestic roles in my home country. However, I accepted those
changes and gave the necessary respect to my new women teachers.
My class teacher placed me in the middle seat between Joan and James. Joan
had joined the school a year ago and she was from China. She told me that he came to
stay with her aunt since her parents were poor and did not have a regular source of
income. On the other hand, James was a native and he was very willing to assist me to
adapt quickly to the new environment. He helped reduce my tension through
informing me that he will help me gain the region’s accent and culture.
Since Joan was already adapted to the new environment, she was of great
importance to me. She was determined to ensure that no one discriminates me
because of coming from another country. Joan and James introduced me to their
friends, a move that made me enjoy the company of people who seemed caring and
loving. Eventually, I made many friends and started enjoying life in the foreign
country.
A terrifying thing is that the food was also different from what we had been
using in our home country. It made me carry packed lunch from home, which looked
weird as everybody else was taking lunch offered by the school. However, with time,
I got used to the people and their culture. My parents were a great inspiration to me as
they encouraged me every day after school that everything will be fine. In a month’s
time, I had made great friends who helped me sail through the new life.
The environment became friendly and I started enjoying life again. Having
different friends from different nationalities taught me that people are affiliated to
different cultural backgrounds. For us to associate with them freely, we must forget
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our differences and aim at the achievement of a common goal. I came to understand
that every experience is a learning process. At the end, I forgot about my previous
school and friends and life became comfortable in this new environment. The
experience made me learn that changes are always there to make us strong, not to
weaken us but it is a test of time.
Although I finally adapted to the new environment, I must say that the process
was not easy. I had to leave my friends and family and focus on creating other friends
in the foreign country. I had to forget people who have been my good friends since
childhood. For instance, going away from the exciting humor and love of my
grandmother was a great challenge to me.
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Kawthar Abushaheen
Muhammed Manzur
English 101
17 Feb 2017
Her Widest Smile Hides the Bitterest Life
A woman whose name is Martha, and who is my neighbor has a very wide and bright
smile. I have never seen her sad, even if her family has some problems, or one of them is being
seriously ill. Martha is a little over forty years old, she has a good-hearted husband, and about a
year ago, she gave birth to a boy. The other people who live next to us are whispering from time
to time and speculate about the reasons why she has her firstborn in an age when it is a right time
to be a grandmother. Martha never pays attention to these rumors, and always responds with a
wide smile. Only her husband knows what has happened to her. Only her husband, and now I too
know that her wide smile hides a hard way of life.
Her parents died in a car accident when Martha was six years old. Martha had to die as
well. Doctors gathered the bones in her legs as if they were collected a puzzle in a thousand
pieces, Martha was in a coma for about a week and no one vouched for her life, but she was able
to survive. In memory of the day, she has a scar that runs from her left temple and to the
cheekbone, as well as aching bones when the weather is going to change. Martha says that very
often she had thought that it would be better if she had died with her parents, but now she is
happy that she had not.
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Her parents had no other relatives apart from their daughter, therefore, the girl was sent to
a local orphanage. Martha does not like to remember those days, but she gathered a few
fragments of her memory for the whole story. It was one of the orphanages where caregivers did
not particularly care for the children. They were taught to read and write, and everything else
they had to learn by themselves. If children started a fight, caregivers did not intervene as long as
no blood was spilled. If older children hurt younger children, caregivers did not intervene,
because through that they were preparing children for adult life. Or to the fact that they would be
simply thrown out into the street as soon as it became legal.
Sometimes, families who wanted to adopt a child visited the orphanage. Sometimes, they
even took away someone, but no one looked at Martha. Back then, she was not a pretty girl, her
scar was fresh and ugly, and she was walking with difficulty. Besides, she always tried to hide
when adults came to the orphanage and watched as children were lined up in a row. As if they
were goods on the counter, although “like cattle to the slaughter” would be a more suitable
comparison.
Martha was saved from the life on the street due to her early marriage with a boy from
the same orphanage. Unlike Martha, that boy had rich parents who just had no time for his son.
At that time, Martha thought that she was in love – all “symptoms,” that she had read in books,
coincided. She had a feeling that butterflies were fluttering in her stomach, she was dizzy
without apparent reason, her heart was pounding every time she saw him. She could admit now
that she was scared, but back then it had seemed to her that she was in love. Martha thought that
she would be happy finally, and would live as a princess.
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She really was happy for the first time. Her husband thought the world of her, carried in
his arms and was ready to put the world and her feet. Martha was incredibly happy, life had paid
her for all these sufferings. After several months of married life, Martha became pregnant. Her
husband was sure that she would give birth to a boy, but Martha secretly hoped that it would be a
girl. She imagined that she would give her daughter everything that she had not had in her
childhood: a mother’s love, happy childhood, nice clothes, and proper education. Exactly on
time, Martha gave birth to a girl. If her husband was upset about it, he did not show his emotions,
but hinted that now they should work on a boy. Martha was agreed, but a little later because she
was too tired, and because she wanted to enjoy the time with her girl. Back then, she did not
know that her daughter would not have anything and that never worn baby shoes would go for
sale.
The girl had lived a little more than a month, became ill and “burned” during the long
painful hours. Martha did not have time to grieve, but she realized that her prince was a real
monster. Her beloved dearest husband did not grieve. One day he looked into her red, swollen
from constant tears eyes, and said that it was for the better. Because now they had a place for a
son. Martha then thought that her heart was thrown somewhere in the snow, her love for him
froze instantly. She would have left him on the same day, but she was nowhere to go, she had no
education, and she did not know how she would earn a living. Martha stayed with her husband,
who threw his sheep’s clothing and turned into true evil.
Some time later, Martha became pregnant again. This time she did not hope secretly that
it would be a girl. She had lost her God, but still, she prayed to Him that she would give birth to
a boy. Martha had hoped that her husband would be happy and that behind his back she could
come up with something that would allow her to escape. Their son died a few hours before he
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was born. Her husband was furious, he shouted that he did not need a woman who was not able
to give birth to a son. After discharge from the hospital, Martha found herself on the street, and
then she realized that her love was fear.
Almost ten years was hard for her. She desperately wanted to go back to the day when
her parents died in a car accident and to die with them. She also desperately wanted to survive.
For some time, Martha had been begging and burning in boundless disgust with herself. She was
too proud for that, but she had no other choice. She felt as if she was covered with tons of mud.
She hated it, and she hated herself.
She was close to an eternal nervous breakdown, but one event at least partially saved her
psyche and spirit. Once at the crossroads she met a little boy. The little boy had tearful eyes, and
he was constantly calling his mother. Martha stood beside him and tried to distract him. She was
hurt, the boy reminded her of her stillborn son and husband-the-beast.
In one terrible moment she wanted to vent all her anger, but a moment later she felt relief.
She talked with the boy and felt that all her oppression was leaving her soul. Lost boy turned to
her guardian angel, and contributed to the emergence of the desire to change something in her
life. To try to find another way to survive. Shortly, a mother of the boy appeared. She came for a
moment into the store, and when she came out, her child was gone. At first, she wanted to hit
Martha, to call the police, and to lead her son away from here, but the boy stood up for Martha.
He said he saw an angel in Martha, while Martha saw an angel in this boy.
The boy’s mother was a very kind woman. When the first emotion died down, she
decided to help Martha, who looked so broken and so close to the end of her a little over thirty.
She offered Martha to work in her flower shop and live in a small room ibidem. At this flower
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shop, among the hundreds of species of flowers, Martha had blossomed the most beautiful one.
When she was thirty-five, for the first time she felt that she was alive. She inhaled life, and
exhaled her hopes, she knew that it was not too late.
In the same flower shop, Martha met her current husband, who healed her wounds and
fell in love with her every scar. He helped her to get an education and did not require a child of
the particular sex. He loved her, and Martha fell in love with him too. This time, she knows that
it is not the fear of the unknown future. She smiles widely and returns to her bitter past only in
her nightmares that are always healed by her husband.

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