Prologue
A brown duck. My dad and I bought it from the Soug el Ghazel. In Arabic “Soug” means “market.” The Soug sold nothing but animals, from baby fish and sharks to puppies and dogs, ducks to turkeys. The smell of Kabob and Shawerma wafted from nearby shops, the Soug was in its busiest time. As we were strolling about the market, we noticed a crowd that was gathering up ahead. My young eyes sparked , eager to find out the cause of the assembly. I pushed my way into the crowd, excitement overcoming everything that lay in my wake. I was not disappointed by what i saw. A poor merchant was holding up a platter of baby chicks- which were dancing. Their awkward movements provoked “ooohs” and “ahhhs” from the crowd. The owners of such awed comments …show more content…
My journey is similar to that of others who have lived on this earth. I have had straight lines and some curves, nice trails with some pot holes. My name is Ahmed Maytham Badr Faris Khobashi Al-Saad. This tongue-twister of a name was later shortened to “Ahmed Maytham Badr”.
I am 15 years old. I was born and used to live in Baghdad, Iraq. But due to some curves in the road, I have been to Damascus, Aleppo, Jableh and other cities in Syria. Then I moved on to a small town called Sioux Falls in South Dakota. After a year there, my parents decided to re-evaluate their college degrees. And so we moved to Brookings, South Dakota; where we spent the next 3 years. My last stop, so far, is Houston, Texas. I live here with my mom, Hanaa, dad, Maytham, and little sister, Maryam, who is 12 years old. Maryam believes she is smarter than I am. She will always believe that.
My parents were born in Iraq and received their education there. In the old days -- the former days. Both of them excelled in their studies and eventually earned their Master's of Science in Civil Engineering from the University of Baghdad. They know and understand Iraq and the world better than I do. But we all know we cannot go back. Thus,
A brown duck. My dad and I bought it from the Soug el Ghazel. In Arabic “Soug” means “market.” The Soug sold nothing but animals, from baby fish and sharks to puppies and dogs, ducks to turkeys. The smell of Kabob and Shawerma wafted from nearby shops, the Soug was in its busiest time. As we were strolling about the market, we noticed a crowd that was gathering up ahead. My young eyes sparked , eager to find out the cause of the assembly. I pushed my way into the crowd, excitement overcoming everything that lay in my wake. I was not disappointed by what i saw. A poor merchant was holding up a platter of baby chicks- which were dancing. Their awkward movements provoked “ooohs” and “ahhhs” from the crowd. The owners of such awed comments …show more content…
My journey is similar to that of others who have lived on this earth. I have had straight lines and some curves, nice trails with some pot holes. My name is Ahmed Maytham Badr Faris Khobashi Al-Saad. This tongue-twister of a name was later shortened to “Ahmed Maytham Badr”.
I am 15 years old. I was born and used to live in Baghdad, Iraq. But due to some curves in the road, I have been to Damascus, Aleppo, Jableh and other cities in Syria. Then I moved on to a small town called Sioux Falls in South Dakota. After a year there, my parents decided to re-evaluate their college degrees. And so we moved to Brookings, South Dakota; where we spent the next 3 years. My last stop, so far, is Houston, Texas. I live here with my mom, Hanaa, dad, Maytham, and little sister, Maryam, who is 12 years old. Maryam believes she is smarter than I am. She will always believe that.
My parents were born in Iraq and received their education there. In the old days -- the former days. Both of them excelled in their studies and eventually earned their Master's of Science in Civil Engineering from the University of Baghdad. They know and understand Iraq and the world better than I do. But we all know we cannot go back. Thus,