Essay 2-Writing Profiles-final draft

Essay 2-Writing Profiles-final draft - Sanctuary The last...

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Sanctuary The last bell rings. Students spill out of the doors in all directions, eager for academic freedom. It is beginning of the summer of 2007. Most ten year olds are enjoying their time at home, spending it with their friends and family, playing video games or sports outside. My parents on the other hand, made a unilateral decision to visit family in Lebanon for the entire summer. My brothers were looking forward to experiencing a new environment while I had to accept the fact that I had no choice except to leave. However, I wanted to stay home and made that known in a rather bratty way, complaining from the moment I heard the news about the trip. The majority of our stay was spent in the home of my Umi (Uncle) Rabih and Umteh (Aunt) Noura. A lanky 6’4, Uncle Rabih resembled everyone on my father’s side of the family, tall and thin, with short, black hair and spectacles that gave him the feel of an accountant or manager. His wife on the other hand, was around 5’2, a bustling, matronly figure with long brown hair. They lived in Ras Baalbek, a small village in the mountains of northeastern Lebanon and my father’s childhood home. With approximately 10,000 inhabitants, Ras Baalbek consists of primarily dirt roads, small worn-down, concrete homes, and the surrounding desert. The sun’s rays would beat down, routinely raising early afternoon heat to an unbearably dangerous 110 o F, if not higher. Water per household was rationed and the majority of travel within the village was done on foot. During a two-and-a-half-month stay, we saw rain within the village just once, for under twenty minutes; a torrential downpour that vanished just as quickly as it arrived. I hated it. At ten, it seemed as though a group of people had inhabited and built shelter in the midst of a desert wasteland. Their home rested near bottom of a small mountain with a church at the top, just a dirt road separating the two. The house itself was small in size and
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looked quite old, resembling the majority of the houses. The foundation was constructed out of concrete that hadn’t been preserved well, cracks appearing spottily.
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