Turning Point by Mayadah Al-Turki

Posted on December 25, 2011 by


Growing up, I always heard stories about terrorism, teen bullying, poverty, and other truths to our monstrous world, but never did I expect to meet anybody who has experienced anything as serious as these topics. I always assumed I wouldn’t have to bother myself with such things until I got older. Until one summer afternoon, I receive news on a boy in my class that had just taken his own life. Re-reading the letter countless times until it finally sunk in.  I remember thinking to myself, ‘I’m only thirteen, ‘these things don’t happen yet’, ‘I judged him’, ‘this hasn’t happened.’

I read on to how he was found by his sister, lying with complete silence in his bed. Finally at peace with his mind, after all he’d gone through the past five years.

His mother, an ex-model, lost her job to drugs and turned to men and alcohol leaving her two children almost always unattended. Financial problems grew and they had to leave our high end neighborhood for a lower living situation.

Filled with remorse I recall my elitist persona as a child. Very whiny, and rude. If I didn’t like a person by how I perceived their actions, I would do all I could to make sure said person knew I disliked them. I didn’t care if or what they were going through, I just sought after my benefit.

One of the people I misjudged was my classmate, a short, messy haired, pale complexioned boy, he slurred his words and never made eye-contact and for that I was mean to him. Every time he talked to me I would give a smirk and walk away. Now, as I think back I would like to take back all my smirks and actually listen to what he had to say.

I would reply every time he greeted me, I would bike down our neighborhood’s steep hill, I would be more considerate. I would pat him on the back for being so strong. But we can’t do that, the past is over, and this boy has taught me something, he has changed my perspective, my way of thinking. This boy is the perfect example of not to judge a book by its cover.

Even after he’s left, has taught me to be kind to everybody I meet, that we’re all going through something. I thank him for opening my eyes, for affecting my life so greatly.

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