Algeria

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Population: 38.4 million. Currency: Dinar. Geography: Northern Africa. Size: 2,381,741km2. Algeria may seem like just another country for most people in the world, even one they didn’t know existed or had maybe mistaken it for Nigeria. What they don’t know are all the hidden wonders and sights that define Algeria as truly beautiful. Algeria means unconditional love. It’s when I don’t visit for a whole year or two, but right when I pull up to the familiar aged, white-stone house that belongs to my grandmother, an immense feeling of comfort washes over my visage. I open the worn front door and am immediately greeted by my chubby-cheeked, wide-eyed cousins running towards me, smiling from ear to ear. Their capacious laughter drowns out by the time my grandmother comes to meet me. She opens her supple arms, strong from the many years of supporting grandchildren, and I embrace my Mimi. “Was the trip long?” she asks, in our native Arabic. I think back to the previous twelve hours, three planes, and multiple delays that frequently tested my patience and simply reply, “not that bad”. The distance seems so small now that I’m here and nothing can compare to the adoration of my family with just one look even after years of not seeing each other. Algeria is adventure. It’s when I venture out into the Bled1 of my hometown, Tlemcen, and see all the various scenes that make it one of my favorite sights to experience. The culture of it all hits you right when you drive into the hustle and bustle of the Bled. The loud and thick Arabic can be heard from multiple men and women trying to bargain their way through purchasing a ripened orange as well as the horns of a big Mercedes Benz trying to get through a tight street where people cross whenever... ... middle of paper ... ...the multiple children and great-great-grandchildren. It’s an amazing experience to see the world through her eyes and all that we, as a family, have accomplished because of her. Although I live thousands of miles away from Algeria or the fact that I still get mildly annoyed when asked why I’m white if I’m African, I still get a strong tug of emotion and reverence from my memories there. Whether it’s my Mimi and cousins, who love me even when I’m not frequently with them, the energy of the Bled, a sense of belonging, or especially my ‘Google’, these simple memories kept me coming from when I first moved at four years old, to now as an ‘Americanized’ teenager, as my uncles would say. I am ever so grateful to my parents who made the difficult decision of moving to the unknown America but still take us back and immerse us in our traditional culture. Algeria is home.

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