When leaving a place, it's like seeing it with new eyes, though I still think every day I find something new to appreciate about Nablus and Palestine. The past few days especially, we've had a break in the cold weather and the sun has been shining on top of blue skies. When you've been holed up inside in warm clothes under blankets, it makes the warmth of the sun all that more special (and perhaps cliche). But It's such an incredible feeling to walk through the city, actually run into people I know, NOT get lost, and feel at home. There's a familiar place on every corner-- my favorite place to grab a cup of Arabic coffee, a falafal sandwich, buy fruits and veg, and of course, candy and sweets. I've learned to navigate the taxis-- as in, not get hit by them as they drive by, and the little trick of putting my hand out in a "wait one second as I cut in front of you, thank you" sign.
I've learned that I can leave my comfort zone for three months, be away from my family and friends, and still find comfort (thanks to the amazing support I'm receiving). I can now bound up hills and nasty sets of stairs and... still pant heavily when I get to the top. Some things don't change. I am more appreciate of how lucky I've been in the lottery of life. Despite living with less as a volunteer, I am conscious that I am extremely blessed. Taking two minute cold showers every now and eating less meat then usual doesn't really qualify as roughing it. With that said, I find that living more simply is refreshing in many ways. You buy only what you need and what you can eat that week. You spend less on things, and spend more time with family, friends, or a visit to somewhere new.
I've learned that you: Must always stock up on coffee and tea, not just for yourself, but in case visitors pop in; Never say no to a conversation over tea (not that you have a choice anyway);Talk as much Arabic as possible, even if means saying awkward things or having them quickly identify you as a foreigner.; Forgive yourself when your lesson plan (or.. your lack of lesson plan) didn't go as well as you wished it would; and lastly, reflect on everything while you have the opportunity to do so from another vantage point. I've found these reflections to be everything from confusing and stressful to pleasantly surprising. It sometimes felt like going through another overhaul of self, just when I thought I had settled in comfortable to "who I was." I've been lucky to be surrounded by friends/volunteers who can relate and have been so supportive.
The relationships I have developed here with not just the volunteers, but with the locals makes it all that more difficult to leave. The people are so kind, generous, hospitable, while at the same time, tough. Tough because they've had to be, because what they have seen, heard, and experienced. Being let in to their lives is an honor. I am in constant disbelief at how they are treated so lowly, with so little respect by their "neighbors" and media. They have it all wrong and it is a downright shame. There is so much beauty in Palestine that is marred by the occupation. Despite this, some people still shine. They don't give up. You see the ones that do feel defeat, and even they continue to work and live to survive. And they would be the ones to give you the shirt off their back if they thought you weren't dressed warmly enough.
When people ask me where I'm from, I usually say "I'm nos-nos (half-half)." But I'm not sure if that's an accurate label, or if I want a label at all. But I do have to say, I relish a lot of my "Arabness," especially when it comes to food :). But in all seriousness, there are several aspects of the culture here that I hope to keep with me proudly. And I know that my work here is not done, the second part is continuing to shed light on the occupation.
My journey from here will continue. I have officially decided to go to Jordon in the first week of January or so to take an Arabic Language course. While I feel I have improved, I don't yet feel fluent and want to take full advantage of the momentum I have. It is crazy to think that today was the day I was supposed to be flying home. It's a beautiful day in Nablus, I have the windows in the house flung open, and I feel overwhelmingly grateful for life, Alhamdulallah.
Thank you for being on this journey with me and all the support you have given. It means to me more than you will ever know. Inshallah, I will continue to blog as much as possible! X
I'll leave you with some pictures!
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| happy as a clam inside a beautiful tree. |
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absolutely my favorite time of day-- just before the sunsets. here i had a nice view from the rooftop of an old castle.
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