Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Knowledge, Reign O’er me - Atif Mahmood


“Do you know any shapes?” I asked Mona, a shy, burka-clad, 18 year-old girl from Somalia. She looked at me with a blank look on her face. She had never heard of the word ‘shape’ before. So I drew a circle in her notebook, to be greeted with an enthusiastic nod of the head.

“Daira!” she said in Arabic.

I made a mental note of her revelation and could not help smiling widely. After a year of Arabic at Duke, I still did not know the names of simple shapes in Arabic. Mona taught me, and in an interesting role-reversal, the teacher became the student, the student became the teacher.

During break time today, I headed over to two other Somali girls, Asli and Sameeha. They love to talk, and I love to listen. I learnt how the UN gives them 200 Egyptian pounds a month since they are unaccompanied minors. But within a year or so, they would not be teenagers any more, and their stipend will dry up. Work is hard to come by in overpopulated Cairo. They have little options, and are uncertain about their future.

I changed the topic and started talking about Somali culture. We talked about food (I’ve eaten some Somali food cooked by the refugees here. It reminds me of Indian food, especially the samosas). We talked about wedding dances. We listened to some Somali music, and I translated two Bollywood songs from Hindi into English. (Apparently, Bollywood movies are popular in Somalia. Almost every Somali refugee I’ve talked to has heard of the Khans – Shahrukh Khan, Amir Khan and Salman Khan – members of Bollywood’s acting elite.) A few days ago, Sameeha and some her friends had taught me how to name various body parts in Somali. That day, they explained the political situation in Somalia as well (Wikipedia took care of stuff lost in translation).

Our small, dusty, cramped, ramshackle of a classroom would appear to be totally unfit for any learning. But for five hours a day, knowledge of all shapes and sizes (and languages!) reigns over this dilapidated place. My students, my friends, possess a wealth of knowledge I have yet to tap into. Sadly, our small, little, intellectual kingdom is destined for doom. With that realization, I hope we all can get the most out of this Duke Engage experience.

First Impressions - Shama Milon



Although it is not my first time coming to Egypt, my experience in the past two weeks has been completely different than my one-week trip to Cairo last year Not only is my purpose in coming here totally different, but also I have seen an entirely different Egypt. For instance, in my last visit I was shocked to find most women heavily veiled and men so disrespectful on the streets. I was also shocked by how dirty and old everything seemed. It seemed to me, that most people I saw on the streets were either very poor or American tourists. When I first stepped off the plane, I was ready to feel the heat and see the old and derelict terminal that I remembered all too well. What I saw was a new, shiny, marble-lined terminal it was completely unfamiliar. When we left the airport the heat did not bore down on me the way I thought it would. It was hot, but much more bearable than the humid Floridian summer weather I had just left. As we drove to our apartment, the run-down apartment buildings and intense traffic seemed normal and just like I expected, but I also noticed more luxury cars and passed by neighborhoods reminiscent of home. As we settled in and started to explore the area, I notice many women dressed much less conservatively than I had imagined. The men on the streets were also not as bothersome as they had been the last time I had visited. One of the most striking things to me on my last visit was how conservatively the women were dressed, for some reason it really bothered me. But being here almost two weeks, I’ve noticed that Egyptian women have a very distinct way of dressing themselves. Also, I though I’d be used to the fact that Egypt is a poor country and therefore there are huge inequalities between classes and socio-economic status. The most difficult way to come to terms with this was through our daily routine on one random day. It was our first day of work at St. Andrews and we went to lunch at a koshari place near by. After we had ordered, the bus boy came to clean our table. The boy was maybe seven years old. I almost cried when I saw him working. This was not the first time I had seen a child working, but it was the first time something like this had shocked me so much. When we left I gave the boy a ten- pound note, which to me was nothing, but to him so much more. Now I go to that koshari place everyday and eat there and everyday he’s working there. Seeing the boy, made me realize how much inequality and injustice there is in the world. I also realized that no matter what I did I could never reach everyone who needs help. It made me appreciate my life and the opportunities I had been given, but it made me realize how wrong it was that people like him can’t go to school and have to work and earn a living, where as I see people literally throw opportunities away everyday and can never appreciate what they have going for them. As cliché as it seems, living in Cairo has taught me to see my life in a new light and has helped me take more initiative in my work I’m doing here. Doing the little I can do will maybe make a difference in one other person’s life, and that is to help one or two students learn better English so they can achieve more than what there status has to offer them in this country, and that’s my objective for the next six weeks.

A Stranger’s Hand in the Metro - Yuqian "Dawa" Liu


The metro stopped. I supposed that I should be getting off at this station because I saw the other DukeEngagers getting off. However, I was stopped, by a huge figure standing in front of me. I thought she was standing at the door because she was getting off as well, which was proven to be false--- she did not move. The door of the metro shut behind my fellow DukeEngagers, leaving me alone in the metro. My head went empty as I watched Susan turned back and looked at me with her mouth open! It was my first time taking the metro in Cairo! Staying with the group was the only way to survive here as first comers, I thought, but I was left alone in the metro, not knowing what to do. I felt like a lost child. The metro started moving; two Egyptian men jumped out of nowhere and started trying to open the metro door for me so that I could get off, inshallah! I help hope in my hands as well. I did not care if it was dangerous or not—I had to get off and be with my fellow DukeEngagers, I screamed inside. “La!!!” said the huge figure standing in front of me and held me back with her firm hand. The two Egyptian men were still trying to open the moving metro door for me. I was still trying to get off. I had to get off! The hand held me tight and pulled me back again. “XXXXXXXXXX ! XXXXXXX!” she continued. The two Egyptian men gave up as the metro moved on. My fellow DukeEngagers became farer and farer. I looked at the hand holding my hand, and then her face. She was still speaking to me, “XXXXXXXX!” She seemed to be in her 50s, dressed in traditional Egyptian clothes like any other Egyptian women are: long gown that covered her feet, a scarf that covered her head and neck. I could only hear one thing from her “XXXXX wahid (One) XXXXX…” She went on talking in her language as if I was having a conversation with her that she did not really care about. I smiled at her and did not know what to say. Shama called me on my cell phone and told me to get off on the next stop and take the metro back and they would be waiting for me at the right stop. I was relived. I started reasoning myself--- of course this was not the end of the world, I could go back, or call Professor Lo to find me! I was mesmerized by my own thoughts when I was pulled out of the metro by the hand that had been holding me the entire time. We got off on the stop, and she was still holding my hand. She dragged me to the stairs to the exit, still speaking to me. Still, I could only hear one word:wahid (One). We crossed the bridge holding hands. She dragged me to another metro that was coming from the other direction and gave my hand to a younger woman who happened to be standing at the doorway. She said something to the younger woman and the younger woman nodded and smiled at me and took my hand. I smiled back. When I turned my eyes to the doorway, I could not see the older woman any more. She was already gone.

Suddenly, I felt guilt running inside me. I felt guilty because I told myself that the Egyptian women were not friendly; because they never smiled at us; because they never said hi; because I did not understand why they wore heavy makeup in the heat that has been melting me. I looked around myself in the women’s cabin again. They all looked like the two strange Egyptian women who held my hand in turns…

I got off the metro when the younger hand let me go. I smiled at my fellow DukeEngagers and accepted their friendly laughter as well. We started walking to our apartment. I looked at my hand and found myself smiling.

Monday, June 29, 2009

From Mogadishu to Cairo – leaving home for a home - Atif Mahmood

Peace! Serenity! Freedom!

False promises? Shattered dreams?

Sitting in the plane, she watches her home fade away…

Freedom from famine!

Freedom from war!

Nothing is free in this world.

Oblivious to her plight, unaware of her soul;

People pass her by; no one hears the heart break.

She remains seated, dispirited, desperate…

Her journey’s just begun; she’s got a long way to go.

Where do you go now?

Alone, scared, and motionless.

Where do you go now?

Hungry, dejected, and faithless.

You recite from the Book, you dream of cambuulo…

Where do you go now?

There is no freedom without a home.

Step by step, she climbs the stairs.

She greets with smiles, she treats with care.

She bows down in prayer, she cries no more.

She’s not alone, she loves her own.

High up in her tree, she spots the ship –

She stays on ground, her home is bliss.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

My Experience - Amy Snook




Coming to Cairo, I had no idea what to expect. Generally when I'm anticipating something, I envision it in my mind until the moment comes when I get to experience it. I could not do this for my trip to Cairo- I didn't know what to even begin to envision. The only real image of Cairo that I had was one of deserts and pyramids, which is a large contrast to the reality of Cairo. Upon arriving here, I immediately noticed the air quality (poor) and the traffic (insane). I thought to myself, 'this is like L.A., only worse!' Tons of people, bad traffic, and smog is a definition that could fit either Cairo or Los Angeles, but after being here for a while longer, I have realized that there is just no comparison. Admittedly, the food took some getting used to, and I'm still extremely cautious about eating fruit or vegetables or anything that could have been touched by the tap water. I ventured out and tried Koshiri, a traditional Egyptian dish, and suprisingly really enjoyed it. I've also tried fatir and Egyptian pizza- the kind where they put eggs on it- and have developed a liking for both. The first few days here were overwhelming because they were packed with so many things to do, and so many orientations, but once we started to settle into a routine, I started enjoying it. On my first day at St. Andrews, I spent my lunch break observing the kids that were playing on the playground. I watched these refugees, mainly from Sudan, playing in their Catholic school uniforms and started to feel inspired. It looked like a normal playground in any normal school- lots of kids bounding around and screaming and playing games with each other. I don't know what I was expecting exactly, maybe I figured that refugees would be more depressed or subdued than your average child, but if anything it's the opposite. The kids at St. Andrews seem to have endless energy, and they always appear to be so happy. It's inspiring to watch the children who I assume have relatively little compared to us at Duke, and to see how enthusiastic they are. On the second or third day at St. Andrews, one of the little girls befriended me. Her name is Omnaya (I'm not exactly sure how to spell it) and she is one of the cutest, sweetest girls that I've met there. She comes to find me everyday and gives me a big hug and walks around with me, holding my hand. I've become really fond of her, and I really look forward to seeing her at work everyday. Another thing that I've noticed is that the kids at St. Andrews are extremely photogenic. I love taking photos of them because they have this richness that appears in photographs, and their eyes have such expression in them. I hope to take a lot more pictures while I'm here, and hopefully capture some really good moments. I really enjoy working at St. Andrews thus far, and I enjoy working with refugees so much that I'm volunteering at the adult after school tutoring program, and also to teach dance to some of the kids at the school. I have not started working at Awtad yet, but when I get there I hope to research various ways to empower women refugees. Well, that's it for now- it's time for class.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Experiences in Egypt - Yasmina Chergui

I started off today by heading out to AWTAD, one of our community partners, in Maadi. I took a cab over with Shama and Dawa, and unlike the normal exchange between us and our cab driver, after asking our cab driver how much it would cost, he responded, “you pay however much you want to pay.” I’ve really enjoyed being able to use the Egyptian colloquial that I know, during everyday routines, such as getting a cab, ordering food at a restaurant, conversing with people on the metro, just to name a few. For the most part, cab drivers have been friendly, except for the few that get angry when we don’t know the exact location of the place we are heading to. One thing’s for sure, most cab drivers either listen to the Qur’an, Um Kalthoum, or Abdel-Halim Hafiz. At least, that has been my experience.


When we got to AWTAD, which is both an acronym for the Association for Women’s Total Advancement and Development and the phonetic spelling of the Arabic word for “pegs”, we were kindly greeted by the organization’s director, Shereen. I really like AWTAD’s office so far- the staff is really nice and it has a very cozy and warm feel to it. We proceeded to the conference room, where Shereen asked us about our specific interests. She also gave another brief synopsis of AWTAD and what it does. As stated in AWTAD’s mission, the organization strives to “empower and engage the community, to mobilize the role of women as nucleolus development agents, through effectively leveraging Egypt’s social and human capital.” I indicated that I wanted to focus on AWTAD’s women empowerment component, so Shereen instructed me to work with Heba Ali, one of the organization’s staff members, on their mentoring program named, “Steps Into the Future.” Heba is a recent college graduate from the German University in Cairo, and she learned about AWTAD from her college counselors. Steps Into the Future (SIF) is a mentorship program that involves one-on-one training between a recent college graduate (or senior in college) and a highly experienced professional in their field of interest. The mentee, the college graduates, meet weekly with their mentors for a number of things including: coaching, role modeling, advice, support, and encouragement, in an effort to provide the mentee with a valuable learning experience. The program sounds great, and is still new (this will be its second year). According to Heba, there are a few things that need to be improved in the program, and she wants me to work with her on fine tuning the program. For example, there were instances last year where female mentees stopped showing up for sessions with their mentors because they got engaged and their mentors were males. Some of the girls felt uncomfortable meeting with someone of the opposite sex once they were engaged. Today, I started reading through the mentor and mentee packets, to get a better sense of the application process and the expectations from mentors of mentees and vice-versa.


The remainder of the day consisted of a trip to one of my favorite restaurants so far, Taboula, which serves Lebanese food. After lunch, we all came back to the apartment and rested before class. Though I am not entirely fond of having a three hour class from 6-9, overall, I enjoy studying Arabic while here. I like that the primary focus of class is on discussion because it’s really improving my speaking skills and I feel like I’m expanding my vocabulary. It’s also been interesting because the first unit we covered focused on poverty, and it taught me a lot of practical vocabulary for the work we’re doing in Egypt. At the same time, our discussions on poverty have brought my attention to poverty in Egypt and things I’ve noticed. As with most Middle Eastern countries, there doesn’t seem to be a middle class in Egypt. There are the extremely wealthy that drive nice cars, live in Giza, Nasr City, or Zamalek, own houses through out Egypt, send their children to the American University in Cairo, and only shop from designer stores. At the same time, every time I get inside of a cab, I can’t help but feel sorry for the cab driver when I realize that he’s most likely a father working hard to support his family. Cab drivers don’t even make that much, and yet they work most of the day and night. The other day, I actually saw a family living inside of a shack and that was really saddening to see. It’s also been very difficult for me to see children working at restaurants as water boys or servers, and not feel sorrow. I’ve also been comparing the standard of living here to that in the United States. It’s amazing to me that I can get a complete, delicious meal for under $5 here. In some cases, there are restaurants that serve traditional Egyptian dishes that cost under $1! As Prof. Lo was telling us, most security guards make around a couple hundred pounds a month (that’s equivalent to $40).

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Sacred Game - Atif Mahmood

Cairo is a very Islamic city. It’s called the “City of a Thousand Minarets” not without reason. Where we Duke Engagers live in Garden City, we can hear azans (the call to prayer) from not one, not two, but three mosques. Taxis either have Umm Kalthoum, arguably the most famous Arab singer of all time, playing on their stereos or the recitation of the Qur’an. Men with heavy, moustache-less beards and prayer marks on their foreheads – signs of Islamic conservatism – litter the streets. Most women wear headscarves, and some don the full veil. For the Friday jumma prayer, some mosques become so overcrowded that a few people are forced to brave the blazing sun to sit out on the pavement or a patch of grass in order to be able to be within hearing distance of the imam. Many people become overjoyed when they hear that I’m Muslim and immediately greet me with assalam-o-alaikum. Most Egyptians are serious about what Allah wants from them, and many beseech Allah for help in times of need. And nothing epitomizes a united concern of 70 million people than a football game in which the Egyptian national team is on the brink of victory against a football powerhouse like Italy.

On Thursday, June 18, I came out of my Arabic class to hear the guards of an embassy erupt in cheers. I knew the Fifa Confederations Cup was going on, and that Egypt was to play Italy soon, but I did not know when. Luckily, the cheers of the guards made me realize that every single television set in Cairo at 10 pm at night was showing a football game. Along with Dan, I rushed to a busy street in search of a hookah café to watch the game in. We quickly found one – a narrow, shabby-looking place obviously geared towards the less fortunate citizens of Cairo. But the people were more than welcoming and brought out chairs for us to sit. I took a seat beside a nervous employee of the nearby gas pump who was smoking cigarettes incessantly. Over a green-apple hookah and a cold Fanta, I began watching the second half of the game. Egypt was up 1-0 and Italy was bent on changing Egypt’s fortunes.

Throughout the game, the people in the café kept praying to Allah. Distinctly Islamic phrases like alhumdulillah, masha-Allah, ya rabb, Allah-o-akbar etc. reverberated in the café. In the final five minutes, everyone was on the edge of their seats and had Allah’s name on their lips. And when the game was finally over, and Egypt had won, Allah’s name was mentioned yet once more, this time not for help, but in gratitude. I could not help thinking while sitting in the café and later on about how truly muslim Cairo was. When the camera focused on Egyptian players making the sajda (prostration) to thank God when they had finally won the game, I realized that Egypt does not revolve around the Nile, but around God. Whether they’re Copt or Muslim, rich or poor, most Egyptians take God seriously. This is one of the defining characteristics of the Middle East – God is everywhere and in everything in this region of the world, but a tad bit more so in football.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

What Now - Daniel Barron

“Why do you want to learn English?” I asked my Somali student on the first day of class. The answer seemed almost too simple. He wants to learn the language spoken around the world. This explanation is similar to my own reason for studying Arabic. A common desire to communicate unites us in our language studies. In fact, many similarities exist between me and Abdullah including a similar age, a common interest in soccer, and unfamiliarity with Cairo.

Had circumstances been different, we may have been lifelong friends, running cross country with our friends or, conversely, leaving our country without our families. Fate, chance, God, or any other reason could have caused our roles at Saint Andrew’s to be reversed. The book could have been flipped around in order that I could struggle to read English and Abdullah could attempt to teach English. But instead, I stand as the privileged American college student attempting to engage the world by teaching colors and prepositions in a small classroom filled with students.

Our summer program involving teaching English to unaccompanied minors in Cairo is only a fraction of the ministries of St. Andrew’s United Church in Cairo. Throughout the small complex, both children and adult refugees attempt to rebuild their lives through education in all areas. Most dream of moving to the United States or some other western country, but for now they continue to live in Cairo. I can only begin to wonder why I was so blessed with the opportunities I have been given. But perhaps this question is useless. Instead of focusing the reason behind the disparities in Cairo and around the world, I should focus on what I will do about it.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

If you can dodge traffic (a necessary skill in Cairo), you can dodge a ball.... - Steven Schmulenson

It has been a long journey, but we have all finally arrived in Cairo! Truthfully, it is difficult to determine how to begin this entry because there is much to talk about and much going on in this city. When we first disembarked from our plane, we were immediately confronted by somewhat of a surprise. Fear of the swine flu is ever-present here in Egypt, and most airport officials were sporting surgical masks. Before we even hit the passport control lines, we had to fill out a card asking if we had any symptoms of the flu. We later learned that the only confirmed cases of swine flu in Egypt were from foreigners, hence the hyped-up hysteria at the airport.

Regardless of the measures taken at the airport, our excitement in finally arriving in Egypt to start our program was not diminished in any way. As we left the airport, we soon discovered what driving in Egypt was like. To put it simply, it is mayhem. Traffic does not stay in neat little lines; in fact, road markings are more like guidelines that can be easily broken and forgotten rather than unshakeable rules. Traffic lanes commonly accommodate two or even three cars at a time! There is always an incessant symphony of car horns that accompanies the driving experience. Nonetheless, the drivers here all seem to have a sense of purpose in where they are going and get there (with plenty of close calls on the way). After an exhilarating ride to our apartments that had its own close calls, we were left with a brief preview snapshot of what Cairo was like.

It is easy to label Cairo as overcrowded, dirty, polluted, and loud. Car horns are a guaranteed background noise. We observed from the windows of our van that pedestrians were all on their own in terms of picking the opportunity time to cross the busy streets; traffic lights are largely ignored. With so many people and so many cars, there is, as I learned before I came and now finally observed first-hand, an omnipresent layer of smog that pervades the air. Not to mention that there are also pungent odors that can be found everywhere. Nevertheless, we could tell just from our van windows that the city also has its charm. The city is always in motion and there is a rhythm that ties the people and the city, with its excess of automobiles, into both a cohesive and diverse place buzzing with activity.

Upon our arrival to our apartments in Garden City, we were instantly greeted by our bawab, or doorman. We learned that each residential building in Cairo has such a doorman, who is responsible for everything from minor repairs in the building to securing the building to simply greeting us as we leave and enter the premises. We also learned that even simple tasks that the bawab can do might require baksheesh, or tip. Egypt is a poor country, but it is a country of extremes when it comes to wealth. Our apartments are rather large and generous in terms of living space and quality. We have hot water, electricity, and overall cleanliness. The vast majority of places in Cairo of course have electricity, but the accoutrements we are used to in the U.S. certainly are luxuries here. Just across the way from our apartments we can view from our windows many rundown apartment buildings that have clothes strewn across drying lines on the rooftops jumbled with motley arrays of satellite dishes. The British initially founded Garden City, where we are living, when they ruled Cairo, as an area that resembled England. The concept was toq transplant this scene into Cairo and the local Egyptian environment. Today, there are remnants of buildings that are ornately adorned with neo-classical architecture and exhibit European influences. AT the same time, however, many of these buildings are deteriorating and are flanked by other, newer, buildings that look just as dilapidated. The Nile River borders the western end of Garden City, and just across you can view Gezira Island, where Cairo Tower stands. This area clearly has its share of wealth and in many respects is newer than Garden City.

Against this backdrop of vast differences and ever-constant motion, we finds ourselves attempting to connect with Egyptian culture and orientate ourselves to our mission in understanding and helping Egyptians. For the most part, Egyptians are very friendly. Many of them do speak some English, but a lot of them enjoy it when we try to communicate with them in Arabic. The major thoroughfare nearest our apartments, Shaariah Qasr el-Aini (Qasr el-Aini Street) is fitted out with numerous little storefronts and fast food restaurants. There are many grocers on the street, and there is a juice shop on one of its corners. There, I tried what is called Aseer al-Ahsab, or sugarcane juice. The owner of the shop crushed sugar canes in this machine he had behind the counter and out came a milky and sweet, yellowish juice. Literally it was sugar juice and was extremely sweet. The owner of course spoke to us in Arabic and was ecstatic to hear me try out my Arabic. In fact, he complimented me on it, which made me feel good at a time when I was still a bit overwhelmed by Cairo.

Yesterday, only our second day in Egypt, we visited St. Andrews United Church, our local partner for our program. There, a private school for refugees from countries such as Sudan, Iraq, Eritrea, Ethiopia, and Somalia teaches them invaluable skills for integrating into Egyptian society. Our job is to teach an intensive English course for the summer for unaccompanied minors. We are all a little nervous but excited to help. Many of these children literally have nothing, and it is exciting to know that we may be able to contribute to giving them something valuable that could get them a job someday in order to make a living.

Besides visiting St. Andrews yesterday, we made a trip out to Khan el-Khalili, the largest bazaar in Egypt. When we arrived, we were deposited in front of Al-Azhar Mosque. Its towering façade and impressive minarets was an amazing site, and it certainly was a reminder of the strength and centrality of Islam in Egyptian society. However, as walked through the bazaar, reminders of Egypt’s ancient past were everywhere. Each vender had some sort of Ancient Egyptian memorabilia to offer for sale, suggesting that the allure of Egypt’s past is strong. For the first time since being in Egypt, I saw a considerable number of tourists strolling through the bazaar. There are few tourists roaming the area around our apartments, so this site was a surprise. Seeing as how Khan el-Khalili drew tourists, it seems logical to conclude that interest in Ancient Egyptian culture was limited to tourists. This however, is not true. Based off of what we have seen thus far, Ancient Egyptian cultural influences can be seen in day-to-day sites around Cairo. Everything from the local bottled water company Baraka, which sports the Sphinx and the Great Pyramid as its logo, to statues and obelisks around the city, exhibits the strength of the enduring legacy of the Ancient Egyptian culture. Cairo, itself, is a blend between the ancient, the old, and the new. Islamic influences and Ancient Egyptian influences coexist to provide the foundation for the city’s own.

There is much that was left out of this post, and there is much more to come. I wish all of it could be recorded, but for now I hope the essence of what we have experienced can be gleaned from what it is written. Masalaama!

Saturday, June 13, 2009

I've Landed - Daniel Barron

Less than twelve hours have elapsed since my passport was irreverently stamped and I sauntered onward towards the heat of the desert. I immediately became aware of the foreignness of my new environment. The bus ride to the apartment initiated the culture shock as we experienced the mayhem of Cairo traffic. The two lane road routinely fit three cars across amid a symphony of horn blasts. Even purchasing some groceries for a morning breakfast initiated more trouble than anticipated. My Arabic ability is limited; hopefully this will change in order to allow smoother exchanges.
The first day culture shock was exhilarating, expected, and at times a tad frustrating. Prior to our departure the team participated in a training experience which in part attempted to help us interact with a new culture. But after actually experiencing the first day, I do not think any piece of advice could have prepared us for the experience. I think the issue is that we attempted to “prepare”; we set out to make a list of ideas and precautions in order to help the transition. Much of the information was useful, maybe even essential, but perhaps we could have set out with simply a positive attitude and a taste for adventure.

First Impressions - Susan Park

Even in our state of fatigue from the long flight, we were nonetheless struck by our initial experiences in Cairo. The second day we arrived, we visited our main local partner St. Andrews, a church that provides education and aid for the refugees from various African countries. During the whole cab ride there, I felt the full brunt of the unbreathable air, heat and traffic. In fact, my initial thought upon seeing St. Andrews was how anyone could study right in the middle of traffic and noise. Moreover, my image of a wealthy church providing charity was shattered by a small humble one.
Despite these first impressions however, as soon as I stepped through the threshold of the gate, my thoughts transformed into awe. Some of the refugee children were playing soccer together, as gleefully as any child in the United States. It was evident that the noise, the heat, and the pollution were not on their minds and these things I had immediately noticed as a foreigner would not hinder them from seeking education. Furthermore, I was amazed at the courage and love St. Andrews must have in order to continue the children and adult education program, the legal office, or even something rather mundane like meals. Such operations rivaled those offered by wealthy churches in the United States. It was humbling to realize that a community need not be huge nor rich to make an impact on others.
As the Dukeengage members stood and waited, some smiling children shyly came up and offered a "hello" and a handshake. They were beautiful and seemed happy but during orientation, the Dukeengage members learned that many of these children are unaccompanied minors and settled in Cairo alone. Some of them lived in groups together but the refugee treatment by Egyptians are not favorable. Therefore, education and job opportunities are limited, making living difficult for the refugees. Learning all this during orientation renewed my conviction to instill in the refugee children an enthusiasm for learning and a hope to seek further education.
During the teacher training, I was further encouraged by my group members who also displayed enthusiasm for teaching through creating model lesson plans. As we prepare for our classes next week, I hope that our group members will display an open attitude that exemplifies that we ourselves value and willingly seek education. Moreover, we hope to get to know our students on a deeper level in order to understand their background and their culture. So far, we are somewhat burdened by the task ahead of us but we will continue to be optimistic!