The sensation that surged the moment I stepped out of the airplane will forever be memorable. A immense heat that symbolised a new page on my novel. With great glee, I faced what was beyond my presence and immersed myself among the palm trees. Being too young to understand the "tales of the Middle East", I asked my mother why she was so nervous and scared. She told me what frightened the whole family; the Middle East is a dangerous place.
Years past and homework got harder. Noticing how deceiving the "tales of the Middle East" were, our family opened up and explored, more like delved into the exclusive culture of Oman. The Omani's smile shined upon us and revealed their warm heart.
It wasn't until the beginning of middle school when I began to learn about ethnicity and religion. I must give a shoutout to my social studies teacher who opened my eyes towards the Western and Eastern conflict. That's when my personal scepticism came into play. My thoughts about religion began to swirl around my skull and clusters of thoughts clogged up my brain. I really got into learning about different religions and their teachings. I began to doubt the media and whenever I heard the phrase "those terrorist" referring to the Middle East (my friends), I had step up to protect what and who I love.
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The first people I had to announce my discovery to,was of course my big and loving family. I was even able to persuade my cousins into visiting my home near the coastal line. After every trip one of my family members made to the sultanate, the more I felt accomplished for it showed them that the Middle East was exquisite and not another battleground. That Oman was stunning and not ravaged by war. That the Omanis were peaceful not dangerous.
During my 6 years stay at the Land of the Sun I personally discovered beauty. Beauty in the trees, beauty in the sand, beauty in the people and I even found beauty in the emerald green palm trees which were a big part of the scenery. The gleaming faces of the kids which carried an expression of joy every time the legendary rain arrived, were priceless. I discovered great beauty and truth.
Many people say that you can only have one home, I deny that. I know that's not true because my home is Brazil, but I do have another home called; the Land of the Sun.
Years past and homework got harder. Noticing how deceiving the "tales of the Middle East" were, our family opened up and explored, more like delved into the exclusive culture of Oman. The Omani's smile shined upon us and revealed their warm heart.It wasn't until the beginning of middle school when I began to learn about ethnicity and religion. I must give a shoutout to my social studies teacher who opened my eyes towards the Western and Eastern conflict. That's when my personal scepticism came into play. My thoughts about religion began to swirl around my skull and clusters of thoughts clogged up my brain. I really got into learning about different religions and their teachings. I began to doubt the media and whenever I heard the phrase "those terrorist" referring to the Middle East (my friends), I had step up to protect what and who I love.
The first people I had to announce my discovery to,was of course my big and loving family. I was even able to persuade my cousins into visiting my home near the coastal line. After every trip one of my family members made to the sultanate, the more I felt accomplished for it showed them that the Middle East was exquisite and not another battleground. That Oman was stunning and not ravaged by war. That the Omanis were peaceful not dangerous.
During my 6 years stay at the Land of the Sun I personally discovered beauty. Beauty in the trees, beauty in the sand, beauty in the people and I even found beauty in the emerald green palm trees which were a big part of the scenery. The gleaming faces of the kids which carried an expression of joy every time the legendary rain arrived, were priceless. I discovered great beauty and truth.
Many people say that you can only have one home, I deny that. I know that's not true because my home is Brazil, but I do have another home called; the Land of the Sun.
"Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts."- Oliver Wendell Holmes
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