It was fun. The moments spent with the boys were the best ones, as they always are. But there were awkward moments and periods of just sitting and I couldn’t help but think that I will always be an outsider to some degree. I’ll never fit in with the landscape or feel like a natural part of the framework here. And thats ok. It kind of stinks, but its ok. Its still worth it, being here.
|Listening to the rules of a game I got nominated to play.|
Some highlights of the day, though, included getting to see the older boys interact with the little kids and babies around. It was precious, really. There is one boy, a too-cool-for-school type, though still a good guy, just sitting with a little girl at one point. It was so sweet to watch him just sit and talk with her, sharing a lollipop. Those moments melt my heart.
Another sweet part was being able to understand not only what was going on for the majority of the day, but also almost all the games and even the jokes people were telling during the program. My Arabic is not flying, but it’s steadily getting there. Last week I also had to give a little impromptu speech to our graduating boys and I was able to wobble through it. Each of those moments are small victories.
Other enjoyable moments are knowing what people are saying about you when they have no idea you understand Arabic. With that, I leave you with a funny tidbit I heard in the market the other day as I was walking through with another foreigner friend of mine.
His friend: What? A white foreigner woman?