Okay, guys. If you didn't know this already, I'm playing catch up. I spent two wonderful weeks on Omid Safi's Turkey Educational Tour, learning about Sufism and documenting examples of Islamic Art for the Kenan Institute. In a way, this was my first venture into a world where my favorite things combine- art and the Middle East. The ART\Islam project has some very noble and exciting goals, and I feel very lucky to be involved with its conception. I think it has a bright future, and I hope to continue working on it throughout my time at Carolina. Anyways, as I play catch up, life is happening. So I'm going to write for a little while about life right now, and return to story telling soon.
Life in the present moment: sitting in a super trendy, chic café
tucked a few streets away from Istiklal. It's way swankier than cafes I usually
frequent, but there's nothing wrong with
a change of pace. It's called The House Café, if anyone feels like googling it.
Today, I ventured for the first time onto Istanbul public
transportation. I've got to say, for being all alone and not speaking the
language, and having a vague idea at best of the city layout, I did a pretty
good job. I did have a pretty long and poorly planned walk from the Yenikapi bus
station to the Sultan Ahmet area (complete with creepers and the overbearing
sun), but it wasn't totally dreadful, and just as panic hit, I magically found
myself right in front of the shop where we had had a carpet workshop! The guy I
needed to see, Adem (Burhan's brother) was there anyway, so I was able to
return his bus card to him. They invited me to join them for watermelon, bread,
cheese, and salad, and if you can believe it, I almost refused.
How American of me. I really had no where to be. I had a
vague idea of getting myself up to Taksim and exploring a bit, then eventually
getting some work done in a café. The first words out of my mouth were,
"Oh no, I really should be going."
GOING WHERE?
I have a terrible habit of rushing, and an unnatural
fixation on efficiency.
I stopped myself, put my purse down, and retracted my
statement.
"Actually, I'll stay."
Mehmet (the man who had shown me how he repairs carpets) was
there, carefully rolling up the carpets that lay on the floor from a day of
selling to customers. Something about his posture is very poetic. He has
careful hands, as I suppose you'd expect, and a slow kind of grace in the way
he balances on his toes, squatting to roll carpets and meticulously clean the
wooden floor. His presence stays with me, quiet as he is.
I sat with Ebu Bekir, Adem, Mehmet, and Yasar, listening to
them tell stories about customers, discuss pricing, and laugh about things I simply didn't understand. The
conversation, as usual, was in Turkish. It felt so good to be there, to have
been invited in by near strangers. As time goes on I find that I have little
pockets of friendship in this city. What a lovely thing.
And now I'm sitting in this trendy café, on a side street, my
newfound confidence in Istanbul public transportation leading me to the sad
realization that there is so much of the city that I haven't seen. This place
of winding streets and endless hills is particularly adept at shielding its
gems. I'd need to spend a lifetime here before I felt like I knew any of its
secrets. The idea of spending a semester abroad here is on my mind more and
more.
As for yesterday, close friends and family will be surprised
to find that I overcame my lifelong fear of motorcycles and spent the whole day
riding on the back of Ugur's bike. Ladies and gentlemen, 'twas magnificent. I
now believe the best, indeed, the only, way to truly drink in the Bosphorous is
to speed down coastal roads on a motorcycle. Sheer glory, and apparently, the
best place to come to very large and emotional realizations.
After spending the day between the American embassy and swanky
meetings with actors and producers (more on that later), Ugur was taking me to
a lakeside café for some chill time. It was dusk, and the sky just above the
rim of the earth was bruised purple, and surrounded by a ring of gold. The sky
above us was still that light, innocent shade of blue, and its reflection in
the water was brighter than its true manifestation. I felt like I was gliding
between two magical realms. And somehow, in all of the vast mystery above and
below me, I began thinking about the little thing that is my life.
How did I come to be on the back of a motorcycle with one of
the most important playwrights in Turkey?
1.
Middle school: I get
literally the smallest part in the school play, and fall in love with theatre.
2.
Dad lost job
3.
Moved to Greenville, NC
4.
Met Merle Pereira, who
would later introduce me to Emily Ocker, who would be the biggest influence in
making my decision to attend UNC much easier and keep me from feeling like a
total failure. (Not that UNC is a bad school, I just had a very different idea
of where I'd be going).
5.
Attended UNCSA
6.
As fate would have it,
Julianne Lawson happened to be visiting her home in Chapel Hill the same
weekend my interview for Hampshire College was scheduled. I caught a ride with her and stayed with my cousins
instead of having my parents take me and stay in a hotel. They gave me a tour
of the campus, which led me to apply to the school.
7.
Rejected from UNCSA.
8.
Emily Ocker was accepted to
UNC.
9.
My family's financial
situation leaves me with one choice: UNC.
10.
I decide to go, and the two
of us decide to be roommates.
11.
She informs me of SEAS.
12.
I apply, and am accepted. Best
summer ever.
13.
The next year, I immediately
begin applying for grants to travel abroad again. My acting teacher from UNCSA
hooks me up with the ART\Islam project.
14.
I find myself with two
grants to study my favorite things in Turkey and Jordan.
I have been worrying so much lately about my future,
specifically career path foolishness. But God has led me to beautiful things,
and through beautiful struggles, why is it that I don't trust that he will do
the same in my future? I started crying (I cry a lot here), and felt shivers go
down my spine at the realization of how totally blessed I have been, how
blessed I am, and how much potential exists within my future.
you are such a dear soul.
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