It is with a slightly heavy heart that I write this post, as my brothers are leaving as of today.
Everyone that's every gone to College or University has had to deal with the departure of friends at one time or another. Especially in this day and age with immigration being much more common than it used to be. But today the impact of it seems heavier than it would be with anyone else.
I first met Ahmed and Mohammad, two brothers from Saudi Arabia, early this September. At that time, although we had never met eachother yet, we were in a similar situation. Our meeting could not have been more akward. Two of my classmates and I were hanging out and talking outside when suddenly Mohammad and Ahmed came out the door. One of the guys I was with (who was slightly intoxicated at the time) greeted them in Spanish, immediately assuming they were Mexican exchange students. As if this wasn't embarassing enough, upon finding out that they hailed from Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, the same idiot went on to with them a "Happy 911." The very idea of saying something so ignorant infront of ANYONE, let alone two Muslims, was enough to make me want to punch him myself...but they showed no signs of anger...in fact, they laughed about it. At that moment, I knew there was something different about these two.
Now whether they were laughing with him or at him really doesn't matter. The point is that laughing about such an ignorant, stupid comment immediately indicated to me that these guys were both self-confident and didn't take life too seriously. Two qualities in which I like to take pride in. Upon discovering we lived on the same floor, we started hanging out regularily. In fact, I don't think a single day went by that we didn't hang out for at least a little while. I learned so much from them and in return, tried to help them with whatever they wanted to know.
I had never met two more generous people in my life. It seemed they just appreciated company more than anything else in this world. We had so many good times over the past 7 months that I can't even collect enough of my thoughts and memories to record them here.
Of all the things I learned from Ahmed and Mohammad, there is just one moral guideline that I gained from them that stands out above all else: No matter where you come from, no matter what race, religion or colour you are, good people are good people.
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When the Saudis want to party they sure know how to. I never hung out with these guys a lot but i cherish all the times i did. I will miss these two crazy foreigners but I wish them all the best in Victoria.
Rofl I bet I know who said that stuff to them. I had the privelidge of meeting "the Saudi's" twice. The little guy is pretty cool. I never got a chance to speak with the bigger fella. I think that if I had lived in res we would have gotten along just fine. I mean, they were gamers too! Good people are good people, you're right.
Fuck I miss those guys so much already. I think I knew them just as much as you and ya a lot of good times in the past 7 months. And stanton is so right, they like to party! I'm glad we got so close to them, and even got to meet their daddy! I knew the time was going to come for us to go our seperate ways but I didn't think it would come so soon.
The Saudis ruled, period. Ahmed and Mohammad were always up for a good time, as long as they were actually awake. I can't wait to see those guys again and I'm sure everyone who had the privilege of meeting them, will not forget them.
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