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Haven of peace 

"My little haven of peace/hut"

“My little haven of peace/hut”

Whaaaaat upppppp! Long time no wifi (on my part at least). It’s been relaxing but I’ve been excited to update yall on my experience so far.

Disclaimer: all the information I’m about to share has been passed to me by word of mouth (which in my opinion is a pretty cool way to pass info but still…) It may be subjective and emotional based but hey, what do you expect from me anyway! I’m lead by my heart (d’awww).
Zambia is known to some as a haven of peace. It’s history demonstrates very uncommon, peaceful and nonviolent ways of dealing with conflict (Like large scale conflict like fighting for independence and revolutions like South Africa’s fight against their racist regime aka apartheid!) Nelson Mandela and other freedom fighters were welcomed and kept safe in Zambia. Zambians are kind of living proof of this national priority of peace (based on my observations and many people’s opinions). I wish I had Google access so I could research more about Zambia’s rich history. (hint hint if you’re reading this you probably do have google access and should check my facts). For now, word of mouth will have to do for me. 🙂
Zambia has already turned into my little haven of peace. Even through the ups and downs, my heart tells me, I’m right where I’m supposed to be. My host mom’s welcoming smile, the sky full of stars, my Zambian language teacher’s patience, the relaxed nature of peace corps Zambia volunteers … All these things have confirmed this for me so far.
Now that my emotional update is finished (hehe), here is my logistical update: on June 14,we began pre-service training. It’s been pretty intense!
My days usually begin with a looooong trek from my host family’s home to the training center which has been my  biggest challenge so far (I had bike problems and there is HILL! Like a big one and I’m also probably exaggerating hehe). We then spend about four hours in our language classes. The majority of us (including me) are learning a common language spoken In Zambia called Bemba (muli shani my friends!) Others are learning other local languages such as tonga, naynja (sp?) and mwamba (sp?). I’m happy with our Zambian Bemba teacher and our five person PCV language group. We’re all in it together!
We eat lunch either with our families or at the center which is a nice time to relax. In the afternoons, we have various sessions in topics such as, malaria awareness, medical training, teaching skills, teaching English as a foreign language, bikes, cross culture awareness, etc. It’s been tiring, rewarding and information packed.
I arrive home (at my typical Zambian village home stay situation, I.e. No electricity or running water, beautiful sunsets, chickens and goats roaming the yard/compound) as the sun is setting. I play with my brothers for some time, talk with my host mom and dad, take a bucket bath under the stars as they rise and have dinner with the family. I study Bemba and read by solar charged light and pass out early. I sleep in my own mud hut on my family’s compound under a mosquito net. It’s no wonder I feel like I’m beginning to understand Zambia’s name “haven of peace.” Life is simple and I’m finding so much beauty in places I never thought I would have had the opportunity to explore. My heart is full.
There are so many special things (like my brothers, my BOSS host mom, a teaching technical trainer I connect well with, my small biking goals that I’ve met, sunsets, STARS!, Bemba, ahhh soo much Bemba)I can’t wait to tell you guys more. Much love to you all. I still feel that each of you has played a special role in getting me here and for that I am forever grateful.
Do you all have questions/ suggestions of what I should talk about in my next post? I am excited to share my new life with yall. It’s so different than anything I’ve ever experienced and I’m learning so much. I hope to document everything while my eyes are so still so fascinated with the differences! Ask away to help me keep my mind fresh 🙂
 
My brothers

Morning bike ride sunrise

Much Zambian love!
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Love over fear

Warning- this post is extra sentimental.
Well I sucked every single drop of my people time and am officially on my journey to my next adventure. I’ve kissed and hugged and expressed love and ate and talked and did all beautiful things with my loved ones. The past month was intense filled with activity and a desire to show my love and appreciation for you all. This moment of solitude and reflection during a break in my orientation is bittersweet for me.
I am conflicted with this feeling that I need to grieve the ending of this chapter but also want to celebrate the beginning of this new one. As the Alchemist taught me (holla to my boy Paulo Coelho), we all must chase our personal legend. The inevitable pain that arises during our journey of chasing our dreams is nothing compared to the regret we will face if we allow fear to overcome and don’t pursue our dreams. In this very moment, my goodbye sadness is so real. I’m recognizing these feelings and will pray that my also real (and much stronger) internal joy will overcome them quickly.
Yes yall! I’m emotional! It’s real! Thanks for loving me anyways and as always much love back at ya.

Typical emotional Han and her next chapter

It would be foolish of me to pretend that I am ALL excitement, happiness and pure joy for every new chapter that I start. Truth is, yeah! I get nervous. Goodbyes are hard no matter how many times I convince myself that it is just a “see you later” and the unknown can be intimidating. That being said, peace trumps all other emotions when I know I’m making the right decision and right now, my peaceful emotions are BA and are dominating all others. alhumdulilah thank God.

My next chapter? It’s a big one folks (to me that is). I might even have to call it a brand new novel. A sequel to the book series I call my life. The news is… I joined the Peace Corps! In less than 2 months (June 8) I will leave for two years to volunteer in Zambia with the RED program (Rural Education Development). I’ll be teaching English. Those are the knowns as of now. There are plenty (and I mean plenty) of unknowns. I have been doing as much as I can to prepare myself (online research *mostly youtube videos that is*, meeting with RPCVs (returned Peace Corps volunteers), dating my people A LOT, etc.)

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Here are some questions that people have asked:

Q) Why? 

  • A) Ecuador unleashed a wanderlust that I cannot contain. I am excited about the unknowns of any trip that I take. About the people that I will meet, what they will teach me about life, myself, the universe, culture, nature, etc. “The more you know, the more you realize you don’t know.” I have found that to be so true. And there are people out there that know so much that I have no idea about. Topics I don’t even know exist. Holla to my peeps who understand that excitement! I’m thankful that Peace Corps is introducing me to my new community and can only imagine what I will learn from these new people. It’s like my next test in this journey called life. It feels so right.

Q) So you can’t find work in the United States? 

  • A) Maybe! But again with the peace that I felt in my heart after making this decision, I can’t help but follow it. Wouldn’t I be foolish to ignore that feeling? Or am I foolish for not following the traditional “get college degree, get married, buy house, settle down, have kids…. etc.” narrative that we are told? I guess we’ll find out after a few years *wink wink*
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Q) How are you gonna handle the conditions you’ll be living in? 

  • A) Another unknown of the whole thing.. I’m not sure what exactly the conditions will be in my village. But likely (95% likely), I will have no running water or electricity. And yes, this will be a huge test for me! Even bigger than that one stats exam back in the day. A life test. How adaptable have I become and can I become through this? How savvy (as my Dad says) have I grown to be? Stay tuned… Anyway, yes. Like I said. I am nervous. But I can feel how right this is because even these challenges that I know I will face, feel peaceful.

Q) What are your biggest fears?

  • I’m worried that a lack of presence will make it easy for people to forget about me. (I know sad but a real fear).  I fear that I will miss my people so much that it will hurt everyday. I’m nervous that I’m not as strong as I think that I am and that I will fail (isn’t it like that with all dream chasers though?) I’m afraid that I’ll get painfully sick (yeah, diarrhea is inevitable I know) and will miss the comfort of home. I’m worried that a student will ask me a question and I won’t have the answer. I’m afraid of loneliness, mosquito bites, insomnia, macaroni and cheese cravings, internet withdrawal, that people won’t accept me, that I’m not healthy/strong/smart/brave/communicative/adaptable enough,… Yeah, I have a lot of narcissistic fears. They’re a real part of this process and I’m choosing to recognize them (even in the public eye of my blog hehe)

What questions do y’all have for me? 

I’m thankful right now to my people for being extra sensitive with me. I’m emotional! (even more than normal… I know you didn’t think that was possible.) I feel like is a big step and I’m appreciative for everyone who has my back throughout it all. Much love ❤

Check out this link for my timeline of Peace Corps journey. Oooo la la 😉

The Privilege of Communication

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My first picture ever taken in Egypt 🙂

Something that I don’t think about often in my comfortable community of English speakers and something that I will never truly understand as an native English speaker. I’m going to try hard to articulate my feelings from my first days in Egypt and the concept of the privilege of communication that I thought about. Be gracious! It’s difficult to express (I know right, the irony!)

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Arriving in the airport

El privilegio de Comunicación. Algo en que no pienso mucho a causa en mi comunidad con gente que habla ingles y algo que nunca voy a entender full a causa de ser una hablante nativo de ingles. Voy a tratar de articular mis sentimientos de mi primeros días en Egipto y el concepto del privilegio de comunicación en que pensé mucho. Se gracioso! Es difícil expresar y también es mucho mas expresarme en español. (Ya se, la ironía)

I have spent a mere 48 hours in a country where I don’t speak the language. Yet, I stood in lines that I wasn’t supposed to be in, walked too far to find something that I would normally ask for but didn’t out of fear of embarrassment and waited too long because I didn’t know how to say, “telephone? (I found out later it was telefon or mobile -_-)” I smiled and lifted my hands in the air like, “I don’t get it” and other times nodded to pretend like I understood what was being said. I said shukran (thank you) about a thousand times because I don’t know how to say much anything else and once said “mande?” by accident because my mind automatically goes to Spanish when I can’t speak English. It’s been an adventure and it’s only day three! I know that the adventure and learning continue. Through this very short time, I thought a lot about a few of things –

My very kind airplane seat partner

My very kind airplane seat partner, Karam

  • I thought SO much about my non-native English speakers in the states. To all my native Arabic/ Spanish/ Kurdish/ Portuguese/ Persian/ etc. speakin people who are learning English/ living in the States, MAD LOVE TO Y’ALL! I feel a connection already with you all and the struggle!
  • My host took me to a lunch with her two friends. They made an effort (and succeeded) in speaking to me in English to make me feel comfortable and part of the conversation. Also, the Egyptian man next to me in the airplane spoke full English with me. This had me thinking, when’s the last time any of my non-native English-speaking friends was given this privilege in the U.S? I don’t see many people in the States going out of their way to speak in another language to make a guest feel comfortable. I realized through this that speaking English is a huge privilege because likely there will be someone who knows at least some English. Also, why don’t we make more of an effort to learn other languages/ cultures to have a more welcoming country? Finally, although I am in THEIR country, people are still so kind about speaking the language that I speak. The heart of life is good ❤ I hope to be this to others in my community when I return.IMG_3041
  • Just because I can’t speak Arabic, doesn’t mean I’m stupid and I know that. More importantly, just because people don’t speak English, doesn’t mean they’re stupid. I think this is far too often the perception in the States of people who don’t speak English and it’s just wrong. This limitation of communication is extremely humbling.
  • I can always learn their language (and should!) and now have an even bigger desire to do so.
  • Non-verbal communications exists J Here are some examples of the art of facial communication (that I just made up). I am learning this art and am I’m sure I will advance in it during my time in Egypt… It’s a serious study ya know. 😉
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View from my balcony

Pase poco tiempo (solo 48 horas) en un país donde no hablo su idioma. Pero, pase tiempo en filas de que no debía, camine tanto para encontrar algo de que normalmente pediría pero no lo hice a causa del temor de vergüenza y espere tanto tiempo porque no sabia la palabra teléfono (luego aprendí es telefon o mobile -_-) Y sonreí así como “no se!” y otro tiempo pretendí que entendí aunque no entendí nada. Yo dije shukran (gracias) mil veces porque no puedo decir mucho mas y una vez dije “mande?” porque mi mente automáticamente va a español cuando no puedo hablar en ingles. Durante este tiempo pequeño, pensaba mucho en algunas cosas –

  • Pensaba mucho en mis amigos que son hablantes non-nativos de ingles pero están el los estados unidos o aprendiendo ingles. MUCHO AMOR! Ya me siento una conexión con uds y el aguante.
  • Mi anfitrión me llevo a almorzar con sus amigos. Ellos trataron (y tuvieron éxito) en hablar conmigo en ingles para que me sintiera mas cómoda y parte de la conversación. También, el hombre en el avión me hablo totalmente en español. Eso me hizo pensar… cuando eso paso con uno de mis amigos que no son hablantes nativos de ingles? No veo mucha gente en los estados unidos que tratan bien duro hablar en otro idioma para que una persona se sienta mas cómodo. Me di cuenta que la habilidad de hablar ingles es un privilegio porque es popular y probablemente habrá una persona que puede hablar ingles (por lo menos un poco) . También, por que no tratamos mas de aprender otros idiomas o culturas para tener un país mas amable? Finalmente, aunque estoy en su país, ellos estaban bien amable hablar en el idioma de que yo hablo. El corazón de la vida es puro. ❤ espero ser así en mi comunidad cuando regrese.
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    So jet lagged and sleepy 😦

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    Thought I was ballin with 107 Egyptian pounds

  • Aunque no puedo hablar en árabe, no soy estúpida y ya se eso. Mas importante, aunque una persona no habla ingles, no es estúpida tampoco. Pienso que este pensamiento es tan popular en los estados unidos y solamente es incorrecto. Es humillante tener una limitación de comunicación.
  • Siempre puedo aprender su idioma (y debo!) y ahora tengo muchos ganas hacerlo.
  • La comunicación non verbal existe. J Acá son algunos ejemplos del arte de comunicación de la cara (acabo de hacerlo). Estoy aprendiendo este arte y espero mejorar durante mi tiempo en Egipto… Es un estúpido serio pa q tu sepa 😉

 

Here are a couple more cool things that happened…

Aquí son algunas mas cositas chéveres que pasaron hoy…o-THE-SQUARE-900

I watched the sunset over cats and kids playing soccer, I watched The Square, a movie about the Egyptian revolution with two Egyptians (one who was on the streets during one of the protests!) and received a new perspective on the issue and I communicated very little in Arabic. Little progress is still progress!

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Mire la salida del sol con gatos y niños jugando fútbol, Mire “The Square”, una película de la revolución egipcio con dos egipcios reales (una que estuvo en las calles durante una de las protestas) y recibí una perspectiva nueva con la situación y Hable poquito en árabe con la gente. Poco progreso todavía es progreso!

Public arabic practice. I’m going to try and use all my new vocab words from the day so bare with me 🙂

انا في مصر و انا فارحنة كاثيرة. نتكلم في مصر “ازيك ” و “كويس.” سوزي عفريت و بحبه في مصر العيش لذيذ كاثير. شبابنا عاز حرية و مغارة و نآم. انا يمشي و دلوقتي ارجوك نام شوية؟.

 

Thanks everyone for listening/ reading/ giving feedback/ thoughts. Much love to y’all from Egypt!

Gracias  todos por escuchar/ leer/ dar ideas. Mucho amor a todos de Egipto!