When I was just 12, I moved to Jerusalem from Australia to escape the Middle East, where I’d been living in Australia.
I was thrilled.
But I knew that moving to Israel was not a dream.
At the time, Israel was an overwhelmingly Jewish country, so the idea of being a Palestinian or Arab Jew in a country that was predominantly Jewish was completely foreign to me.
In fact, I was still learning Arabic at the time.
I remember feeling like I was not very Jewish at the moment.
I knew I had a lot to learn, but I also felt like I wasn’t very Jewish.
I felt like there was no place for me.
So I decided to give up.
I went back to Australia and got my first job as a barista.
I remember feeling a lot of shame and being ashamed of myself, but at the same time, I just knew I could do it.
I didn’t want to go back to the Middle West, where Jews are persecuted, where it’s hard to make money, where there’s a lot discrimination against them.
I didn’t like the fact that I was going back to a country where I didn´t know anybody, where people don´t speak Arabic and where it was harder to go out than it was to go in.
So, I decided that I would do what I love.
I’d try to learn as much as I could about the Israeli culture.
I would go to the coffee shops, and try to find out as much about what I could of the Jewish culture as I can.
I had the courage to come back and live in Israel for a little while, and I met a lot people.
It felt like a natural transition.
In my 20s, I started to meet a lot more Jews.
It started with a friend of mine, who was studying at the university in Jerusalem.
She had a big Jewish community and a lot going on in her life.
So we started to talk about Judaism.
It was a really interesting experience.
The relationship between us grew.
I saw a lot and met a couple of Jews that I knew were in my life.
That was a big thing for me, to meet people that I could talk to and learn about them.
It’s really easy to forget how important it was for me to meet and learn with people that could really help me understand how I was feeling.
When I had my first conversation with a Jewish friend of a friend, I realized that I had some Jewish roots in my identity.
I wasn´t really sure if it was true, but it felt really good.
I just felt very comfortable.
It wasn´s really important for me that I meet people who are Jewish.
At that time, we didn´s have a lot, so I thought about what it meant to be Jewish.
What was my identity?
What was the meaning of being Jewish?
I didnít really know what it was.
I always felt very alone and didníts know where I fit in.
It was very important for a lot on my journey to get to know Jewish people.
I met many Jewish people that were very helpful to me, and a few people that helped me with my studies.
There were a lot who were just like, I think you should come to Israel, and help me learn about Jewish culture and Jewish life.
But that was my journey and my identity, and that was what I wanted to get from it.