Personal Narrative: My Trip To Sudan

Blistering passion surrounded the atmosphere; I was no longer in Maryland. The sky overpowered the earth with a spotless blanket. My family and I were welcomed by a fierce rush of scorching heat. Sudan, we meet again after ten years of saving, collecting, and working for funds to pay for the trip we made it! However, none of my siblings have the same connection I have to Sudan. I was born and raised here by my grandmother and my mom. I have memories they didn’t, which is why visiting is so significant to me.

My family and I stood in the baggage retrieval line, for what seemed like hours until we left. I was so anxious to see my grandmother again, as we walked out of the airport, I immediately searched the busy streets of Sudan. Suddenly, my mom spotted her, and uncontrolled tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. In a state of pure happiness, I ran up and hugged her.

I wanted to hear more about Sudan and spend more time with my grandma. So my parents allowed me to sleep at my grandmother’s home, and left. We talked and laughed, as we recalled memories of my childhood all night long. Her ambiance could light up any room, and anyone with an open heart. Life works in miraculous ways, as the roles have now reversed and I looked after and cared for my grandma, as she once did for me. Our favorite spot to casually converse and reminisce about the past soon became the hidden ice cream shop. Although I didn’t care for the ice cream, as much as my grandma thought I did, I cared about the sentimental memories it brought. The significance of the ice cream shop is a part of me that I will never forget.

On our last day in Sudan my grandmother, once again, suggested we go to the ice cream shop. This shop symbolizes my eternal connection with Sudan, which is why in this case, ice cream didn’t make everything better. Thus I left Sudan, the same way I arrived, with hope in my heart and tears in my