January 25th, The Egyptian National Police day, it is an annual day off, it was a good time to start our revolution. The youth fuelled with many dreams towards the future, mainly change the regime, freedom and social justice. The Tahrir Square in the heart of Cairo has erupted with demonstrations for 18 days which enforced the president to depart. Fortunately, we broke the fear barrier that the regime was feeding it up for many years. Unfortunately, we found the dream but we didn't find the leader. The Arab Spring went in vain and even turned to be a chaotic and threatening winter for minorities like our alien. “Wake up, now it is my moment,” my mother said, she was sweating profusely and about to deliver while the curfew was declared on the fourth day of the revolution. I was on a roller coaster of emotions in a private obstetrician clinic, a few minutes later I held my fighter little brother Mina. Coincidently, eight years later, on the same glorious day January 25th, I landed in Beverly, Massachusetts, as I was chosen to participate in an undergraduate program funded by the US Department of state that I heard about it by coincidence as well, while I was practicing conversational English at the American embassy library. A mental trip lasted for 20 hours flying in the air, full of thoughts about how I came here, how people in that parallel universe behave, dress, eat, how they could understand me and how I could understand them. In spite of dreams and expectations, the reality was really surprising. They told me in Egypt, warm weather warm people, cold weather cold emotionless people. But I found people who melted my Beverlyian coldness. By coincidence, I met a generous lady called Susan in one of my classes, this class specifically I didn't choose it and even I didn’t choose Endicott, it was mandatory to take a class about American culture, and my advisor randomly chose it to me. She invited me for lunch, took me on a beautiful trip to many places around the ocean and we took a tour around Hahvard University. Susan might not know that she made me feel safe as if I wasn't an alien. On my spring break, I have been to Kentucky. As by coincidence, I met an American friend in a guest house in Aswan, a town in the south of Egypt, I was there for only one week to do a medical internship in a hospital. Anna invited me home to KY. We went hiking, where Anna taught me how to pee in the mountains which seemed to be funny but was embarrassing. Another big diverse family was added to my life when I was in Washington DC for the summit of my program, I met around 130 students from 60 countries, we were on the same page, same human nature with different tastes of expressions. I realized that each country has beautiful sides and challenges as well. There is no paradise on the earth. All of us dreamed to be here, and all of us were shocked in different ways. We spent four nights talking, playing, dancing and singing as if we knew each other for a long time before. Although, I met here great people, professors, and classmates that I couldn’t ask for anyone better. Although, being surrounded by beautiful nature on campus, my life wasn’t smooth at first. Adjusting and reshaping my personality took time. My first shock was the detachment when I left my family at the airport, suddenly I felt as I became an “I” instead of “We”. As a baby eagle when its mother throws it out of the nest. I still remember my brother when he said in a funny way “don’t say Hi to any Jack on the plane”. Now, I have to make sure that my family knows I am doing well even if I wasn’t, I can’t bear letting them suffer for my suffering. Weather shock, assignments shock, toilet shock..etc. These shocks were exciting at first, gradually became sensitized. Now I am used to being shocked by situations or expressions or a random stupid question. where do you park your camel? How do you wear crocs in your sandy land? Do you live in the pyramids? Some times I felt as am living in a safe beautiful prison. I realized that having a car here as important as having a shoe. On some weekends I had to wait for people’s offers to hang out, if not I would hang out in my dorm. I experienced the whole dark side of your freshman year plus the language barrier. Feeling trapped between two worlds, chasing future and at the same time anchored to a past that I can't escape, that made me who I am, that gives me hope for this future. That was the actual prison. Thanks to brain plasticity, I have assimilated this American life. Last but not least, I am beyond grateful for these amazing coincidences in a country that was discovered by coincidence and grateful even for the shocks that I had. Here, you’re lucky by having unlimited power and flexible mindsets. You just need some shocks. I believe that electroshock therapy is not only for the psychiatric patients but for everyone who wants to evolve, to be shaken, to blow up your bubble and see the world around you. That will be the American spring when the all people here unite as one solid family.