Throughout my life in Kuwait, I have always been lucky to be enrolled in Fajr-al sabah school which is number 1 in the country academically. Kindergarten, elementary, medal, and high were all in one school, of course different buildings, but not entirely separated like United States’ schools. I remember joining kindergarten at the age of four. I was the kind of kid who hates going to school. I used to always yell and cry so hard in the mornings before going to school. However, in my 1st grade of elementary school, I knew that learning was kind of fun, and that it’s not as bad as I thought. I started learning Arabic and English alphabets, knowing the order of them, pronouncing them, and making words. I remember the excitement I feel every time my Arabic and English teachers enter the room to start a new lesson for the day. However, growing a little older, I start realizing that things are becoming a little more complicated. I started learning about the techniques required to write, grammar, and how to read correctly without misspelling the words or stuttering. My teachers there did a great effort, indeed. They were always the main source of my great knowledge of literacy. They used to always give us quizzes and tests on reading and writing so that they strengthen our weak points.
On the other hand, my parent’s role of contribution to my literacy cannot be forgotten as well. When my brother and I were younger, my parents wanted us to enhance our literacy and so we joined a couple of institutes which were kind of beneficial though I don’t recall too much. In addition, my dad especially used to always ask me and my brother to read a couple of pages of two books. One English, and the other Arabic. He always advised us about reading, how beneficial it is to us and the way it contributes to our knowledge and wisdom in the future. However, I didn’t use to listen to him because I didn’t prefer reading a lot, or maybe because I was too lazy to open the book and start focusing. Instead, I preferred writing as it was always a part of me.
Writing has always been something that I feel comfortable and happy doing. Every time I feel something that I can’t express verbally to someone, or feelings that I’m ought to hide sometimes, I always express them through writing. Writing takes me to another world, makes me able to say whatever I want to say without being worried about anything, or anyone. In high school for example, my English teacher once asked “who loves writing or can write?” Of course, I raised my hand, and it was obvious that she needs me to write a poetry about our virtue of the week which is forgiveness. I wrote one the next day and I read it in front of the class. The next time she asked me to show her one of my writings, I showed her a romantic one that I once wrote. Even on twitter, I always tweet about my thoughts, feelings, and emotions. What I care about the most is to write what I feel, and to feel what I write. I’m always able to express myself through it, never once that it disappointed me. “the barrier of being able to be with you has always been stabbing me in the middle of my heart, left me bleeding, and bleeding your name, until I hold on to the other moment to love you again…”
“How could this be?” “Where am I?” I cried despairingly for nights. I have always dreamed of exploring a foreign country, I wanted to know how living there would look like. My family and I have always lived in Kuwait after I was born in North Carolina. When the time eventually came to leave Kuwait in June 2015, I was having mixed feelings that I’ve never felt before. I couldn’t imagine myself leaving the life that I grew up getting used to, and attached to every little detail in it. I worried about everything especially myself that I’m leaving the relics of it over there. However, I was also kind of excited somehow. It’s like I was in the middle of the ocean, not knowing the direction of the shore. Although, however, I thought I have enough knowledge of English, moving to California has proved me wrong. At first, when the school has first started, I didn’t get used to it and its system until maybe two weeks passed. I didn’t understand anything from any teacher because of course I’m not used to the language nor to the accent. I was feeling awful because there isn’t even a little similarity between it and Kuwait, and of course, my best friends are not with me and I’m not used to that. On the first day, I remember starting my 4th period which is English. As I entered the room, the teacher said “please, grab a handout” and I was staring for a while trying to figure out the meaning of it. Eventually, there were books on the shelf and I grabbed one as my thought of it a “handout” although no one was having one on their desks. I know this is extremely funny but when the teacher came over and grabbed me a “handout”, I realized that it means a paper. Yes, there were phrases and words that I’ve never heard of before. After a couple of days passed, my fear and worries grew big. “I don’t want to fail, oh god please no, it’s my last year in High School!” crosses my head repeatedly while thinking about my invisible future, blurry destiny.
In conclusion, I’d like to say that education here was a lot easier than I ever thought. It was even easier than education in Kuwait. The only thing that confused me sometimes was the comprehension of the language when I read. However, when the year finally passed, I managed to succeed and I had A’s in all subjects except for U.S. History. It was announced that I’m eligible to graduate and at this moment I couldn’t explain the amount of happiness that I felt. It was like a daydream for me. I have indeed succeeded! I’m finally a graduate student whose able to raise its cap high above. If I would write about the details and the situations I’ve been through, it will never end. Everything I said was just a brief to how things contributed to my literacy in someway. I’ve never lost hope in anything, even in my worst days, I would always find a tiny candle that can lighten up a corner. Overall, I’m thankful for everything that happened in my life because it increased my experience and my knowledge of literacy. I even never would have thought of how much I needed to communicate well and know thousands of new words and phrases until I experienced living here. Everything is supposed to have a reason. Bad days follows good days. There can’t be light without darkness.