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For the First Time: A Reflective Poem
By Ginya, YES Abroad 2014-2015, Oman
A month ago,
The land of the free and the home of the brave became a place 7,500 miles away from where I am today.
Four weeks ago,
In the gulf ridden with terrorists, dozens of arms opened wide to embrace a disoriented, blonde American.
30 days ago,
Cheese sambosas, chapati, chai mubarak, and sweetest dates greeted my lips and welcomed me to His Majesty’s land.
720 hours ago,
For the first time, a scarf caressed my head, and my eyes became a camera lens into another life.
43,200 minutes ago,
On my right, beautifully sculpted jebels (mountains) waved to me and on my left, I was warmly greeted by the rolling ripples in the sparkling turquoise sea.
2,592,000 seconds ago,
I arrived in a place I’d never thought I’d be,
And in just one month,
I’ve become a different (better version of) me.