Then, he asked me to take my bag out of the plane and go with him. The funny thing was that the people on the plane were terrified when they saw me. I didn’t understand immediately but then realized that they thought I was infected with Ebola.
I took my bag and 30 minutes later I found myself in the gate of QAIA. That’s where I found the amazing Ghada, a Moroccan girl, whose flight had just arrived from Casablanca. We took the same taxi to the hotel chatting about the trip and how it was. We both felt sleepy and tired and at the hotel we finally met the YaLa staff waiting for us and shouting with happiness. They were the only blessed thing I had seen since the morning.
The next morning at almost 9:00 am I had to fight to wake up. 30 minutes later I was down in the lobby, asking for something to eat, and there was the surprise! The other students were heading to the hall while I was still wearing my pajamas. What a beginning! So, I ran back to my room, changed into my clothes, then went to the hall. I was the last one to enter the hall, same as in the plane!
My lovely experience was about to start ! I first noticed that there were white people everywhere. Then, I started to observe the people and I won’t deny that watching Arabs and Israelis sitting at the same table was a big shock to me. It’s a miracle! I mean, people used to say that making peace is impossible but what I witnessed that day brought me hope. Algeria sat beside Lebanon, Yemen with Israel, Iraq with Morocco , among others. I was inspired by all those youth gathered and sitting for one reason, seeking peace and looking for how to spread it in our region.
No human being has the right to judge others because of the color of their skin, the way they look, the way they pray, or the way they talk. The only right we have is to love and live, to spread the good word among your people, to reflect your culture and traditions to the whole planet, and to defend your shelter and your people with no chaos or violence .