It was a Saturday night in June 2011, it was a party that turned into tears in the next morning. It was our last day in the lovely yet harsh refugee camp in sudan, everyone was so happy for us because they knew what we had to overcome to make it to america and it was our dream. In the morning sadly the car come early and the driver gave us 30 minutes to say goodbye to everyone and it was the saddest 30 minutes of my life, everyone I was hugging was full of tears, i tried to avoid saying goodbye to my best friend who was just standing and waiting for me to say goodbye, but eventually i had to so I walked up to him, without looking into his eyes I hugged him without saying a single word I got on the car and it began to move, he chased the car and high fived me, saying “goodbye and good luck”. The whole village was together and was waving at us, when the car turned they disappeared in front of my eyes forever.
We stayed in Khartoum for one month before getting on the plane and leaving for the usa. We landed after a two day trip, and we were told that we would be living,which i thought it would be a holy place because of the name mary. We got into our new home, not the kind of home we accepted, it was an apartment but it was still a better place than the hut in sudan so we were very happy, but somehow our happiness turned into madness because we had no idea what to do or what to eat or even what time it was, we just sat in the couch and just stared at each other for like 3 hours before a lady opened the door and told us that she was our case manager and showed us how many things worked, how to cook food, use the gas, where to drink water from, how to use the shower and even how to use the toilet. She showed us where the supermarket was and how money worked, she was a real help but we were still too afraid to come out of the house so if she is not with us we don’t go outside, we came here during the summer so we couldn’t even go to school.