It was the worst flight I had ever had. The flight from Libya to Egypt. Normally I loved visiting other countries, but not this time. This time was not only a flight to visit Egypt, it was a flight to my new life.
All my friends and family were in Libya, I had lived in Libya all my life. I was building my life step by step. knowing that I had to leave was like telling me to knock down my current life, and start all over agine . I had to leave all my friends, school, house, and my family, That’s all I owned at that time.
I hated that flight, because I had too many ideas in my mind. Ideas that would determine my new life. My country and everything in my country was the winning idea. It was impossible for me to start a new ‘life building’, and impossible to continue my old ‘life building’.
My happiest moments was whenever we would go back to visit Libya. I felt Libya was the place where I belonged . I tried to make my life in Egypt similar to my old life in Libya as much as I could. Going to a Libyan school made some similarities between my old and new life. I made friends in school, who were not different than me. Our actions and the way we thought was very alike. I also got to know a lot of Libyan families in Egypt, which helped me to not feel the difference so much.
In week days I had to wake up early to get ready for school. I was happy to go to school. In school there were a lot of people that I felt I have a lot of similarities with.
Over time Living in Egypt was not as bad as I had thought it would be. It was a change in my life, but not a big change. I enjoyed my life in Egypt, though not as much as I did in Libya. I still didn’t know whether my life in Egypt should be in the same old ‘life building’ or a new one.
Egypt was just the start. I enjoyed Egypt more and more every day. Unfotunately, we had to move again. This time, moving was not as hard as the last time. I had always wanted to go to Italy. Also, I didn’t love Egypt as much as I loved Libya, which meant that it was easier for me to leave.
I spent so much time packing my bag, and looking at my luggage. Looking at it as if it was a new book. A book that I might like or not. I went to the airport the day after. That day felt really calm. Just sitting in the airport looking at people arriving and other leaving, some excited and some not.
After we arrived we directly went to the our new apartment. In the way I was looking out of the Window creating my own stories.
Milan was different than Egypt. On one of my first days in Milan, my family and I decided to go out. I was excited to know and see what Milan was like. When I was walking, each person in the street was different than the other. Different in the way they acted, the way they spoke, the way they looked. I had always thought that it was hard to live and bond with people who are different then me, but on that day I realized it was way easier than I thought. I didn’t know wether to add this change to my ‘life building’ or not. I had learned something new, but very different, than what I had learnt before .
In Italy, I missed Libya from time to time. I missed it less then I used to. I also was happy to spend my summer in Milan instead of visiting Libya . I enjoyed that summer more than the summers I had spent in Libya.
When the next move came I was used to moving each year or two. But this time I was moving to a country that I had never thought of. It was UAE, specifically Dubai. Whenever I didn’t know anything about the place I was going to, I would get more excited to learn about it. It was never easy for me to change countries, but some were easier than others. This time was the easiest time.
Dubai is a place that welcomes all kinds of people. That means that there was a big variety of different people, from all parts of the world, and all very different than me. I was very welcomed by different people with different opinions, different understandings, different thinking. In Dubai I made big progress in my ‘life building’. My one life building.
In one of the first summer days, my family and I were sitting together and they told me that we are going to Libya to spend the summer there. This was the worst news for me at that time. It felt worse than it had when I knew we were moving to Egypt I did not what to go to Libya. I do not miss it in any way. My life in Dubai was the best life I could get. In Dubai I did everything I want, I went to every place I wanted to go to and I met the people and made friend who were better the Libyan friends I had.