By: Ofri Bohadana
When my parents drove me to the airport and asked me if I was excited and happy I told them I was. But in reality I could hear my heart beating so fast, and I started to think about the worst thing that could possibly go wrong during this trip. The moment I walked in the airport and saw the group that I was going to be with the next couple of days I let my judgmental nature take over and I immediately tried to distance myself by sitting on side benches. During the security checks I slowly started to bond with some and by the time we got to the airport terminal we were cracking jokes and my judgement was completely gone.
After our flight and long tiring ride to the apartment, we were shown to our rooms. I shared the room with two Muslim girls and the first night was a little rough given the fact that I didn’t understand Arabic. The next day we had breakfast and rushed to the competition.
When we got to the building we got tags that had our names and the rooms we we’re going to be in during the conferences I got to bond with the Muslim girls and meet new people. Even though the conference was both mentally and physically exhausting, the endless laughs with the girls really got me through it. The next couple of days were defiantly the most meaningful days I’ve had in a long time.
During the weekend we got to meet kids from Jordan and talk about Palestine and its meaning to them. Even though I did not agree with everything that was said, I was open to different point of views and their views mattered to me. I also got to learn a bit more about Islam and its values. I got a chance to know people for who they are.
I think the biggest lesson that I took from this trip is to look at every person as an individual and not judge a book by it’s cover.