Time to Go Home

Life is not fair for me now . . .

Why do we always have to let go people that we love???

Why do we have to meet people if someday we have to say "Good-Bye"???


I don't know how to explain my feelings in this post . . .

I don't have words . . .
Except tears that keep coming from my eyes

It has been one year since I came here to the United States.

It has been one year since I know all these people that were strangers  . . .
But now, when they have became my family, all of us have to say "Good-Bye" because we have to go to our "Home Countries"

I never regret to come here, because in here, I am not only studying but also learning things that for sure I won't learn in anywhere.

In here, in Arizona

I learnt things that make me more mature


I learnt how to care about other people


I learnt how to be a good friend


I learnt how to share with people that are from different cultures and different religions


I learnt how to tolerate others


I learnt how to appreciate others


I learnt how to respect others


I learnt how to love others


I learnt how to work together as the team


In here, in Arizona

I meet people that taught me lessons 


People that laughed with me


People that cried with me


People that ate with me


People that sometimes made me mad


People that sometimes disappointed me

It is really hard for everybody in our group to say Good Bye because we have built our relationship together. We have shared things together and do most of the activities together.

But tomorrow, We have to say good bye to each other . . .
We have to go to our own way

I don't know how to make my own words here to be relevant because I cannot think of a perfect grammar. . .

I wanna shout and say "I Don't wanna go and I don't wanna let my friends go!!!!"
but even I do it, The U.S Department will not hear me

All I can do is crying and let my cheeks to be wet with my tears

I don't know when I am gonna stop crying

One thing I know is that even I go back to my country, I am pretty sure I will cry again and again to remember those moments that my group and I have been through together. . . 

those moments when we worked so hard for the community . .  

those moments of enjoying life with Potlucks and Parties and attracted the Polices to come to the apartments more then 8 times . . 


those moments when we had to wake up at 12 AM to surprise other friends that have birthday and celebrated it . . 


those moments when we did Molote . . 


those moments when we showed people that we care about them . . . 


those moments when we did volunteer as a group . .  


those moments when we did every single thing together . . . 


Those moments when we laughed when the polices came  to the apartment because we were so noisy . . .

I don't have any good words to say except all these feelings that will always be with me  . . .

I don't know what else to write and I don't even know how to end this post so the readers will not feel that I hang them up with my feelings . . .

I guess I should just hit my bed even with tears because it is 1:05 already and at 4.30 I have to wake up to say "Good-Bye" to Anand (My friend from India).

Good night,
From Arizona with tears,
Nur