I was jogging down the beach, barefoot with my uncle in the naturally beautiful city of Muscat Oman. The sun shined brightly in the cloudless sky and the temperature was perfect. After we jogged for about …show more content…
This is one of many reasons why I love civil rights. I might not have much to say sometimes but the concept that if I do have something to say I can say it or I might not have anything to hide from the government but they still have no right to search me without probable cause and a warrant. Here in Oman, I have no such freedom to do that and it enrages me. Another thing that I loved was American culture. In America, it was a blend of cultures and all these different individuals are bought together under one culture, is to me is incredible. I don’t feel like I belong in Oman. Everyone there are almost all Omani’s. I am no Omani, I am an American and I identify with the American culture and live by the morals dictated by the constitution and that is where my home truly lies. A week later, it was time for me to go. I thanked my Uncle for having me and the Chauffer took me to the airport. I boarded the plane and as it took off, I smiled and said to myself, “I am finally coming