I hesitate. After a couple seconds I formulate an answer. Then I hesitate again.
That pretty much sums it up for me. Since a very young age, I've been hauled from country to country for my mom's work. I've ventured across France, Italy, Spain, and England, just to name a few. Although I was too young to understand, I had always been viewed as the outsider, something that became painfully clear as I got older. I begged my mom to stay in one place, and she would look at my sadly, and shake her head telling me it was beyond her control. I was confused, and travelling to a new home every couple of months. One of the major influences on my life, however, was attending a Catholic school in England. As a Iranian-Jewish girl, I disagreed with every …show more content…
I argued about the idea of Jesus, and I asked the teacher countless questions. Maybe it was in the midst of my working mind, or in the middle of a story we were told on the carpet, but I suddenly felt very enlightened. I stopped refusing the ideas that were given to me, but rather accepted them and thought about it. After I left that school, my mom took us to France, and then Spain immediately after. I spent countless hours pouring over textbooks, trying to teach myself French and Spanish, recording myself. I would read up on different religions, cultures and ideologies and compare them to my own beliefs. I had experienced some sort of enlightenment. I visited Iran in the summer of 2008, and with my new knowledge of other cultures, I stopped accepting things blindly and question their origin, and their significance. I began to appreciate the different aspects of people's lives. I fancied myself as a modern day Gautama Buddha, bringing