Fariha got out of her house, and took a left on 94^th street. Walked down to 94^th street and junction blvd and took a right on junction blvd. walked straight and boarded the 7 train. She takes the 7 train to grand central and then takes the Brooklyn bound 6 train to 23^rd street. She walks from 23^rd and park ave to Lexington ave and takes a left. Then Fariha walks down to 25^th street and Lexington and she is at school.

She saw some construction workers, people setting up their food carts to sell for the day, felt the humidity around her, walked around the puddles to avoid getting her shoes wet, took a deep breath of the coffee the woman next to her was drinking, and noticed people’s wet umbrellas dripping on the floor of the subway cart.

When Fariha walked out of her house and saw the rain hitting the floor, and felt the humidity around she, she felt very relaxed. The rain gave her something to focus on – the outside weather – instead of the tasks of the day, which took some tension off from herself. When she started to the train station and saw people who were getting ready to set up their food/fruit carts for the day, the struggles of her own family came to mind. How hard must it be for people to come to a different country, learn a different language, interact with different people, and work all day just to make it though the next. The puddles she stepped over felt like the hurdles of everyday life – minuscule, yet big enough to dampen your day for the moment. The 7 train is here. She steps on.

I left the house at around 1:45PM with my uncle. Got in the car, put the seatbelt and started driving. Got in Northern Blvd., took the bridge and arrived in Manhattan. Continued on Lexington until 25th street. Got off the car, crossed the road and arrived at Baruch.

I saw few people at first. Then traffic started when we were getting closer to the bridge. There were a lot of cabs and police. I couldn’t not notice the beautiful skyscrapers of Manhattan. The view from the bridge was breathtaking. When we arrived in Manhattan there was a lot of people and a lot of angry drivers. Unfortunately, I saw a lot of homeless people too. The weather was so blurry and cloudy. It was about to rain.

The bridge gave me a strong feeling of appreciation for what we have achieved until now as human beings. The view of New York City is absolutely dazzling. The infrastructure and engineering of the buildings is inspiring and very motivational. How small did people look from the bridge. The windows of the buildings looked tiny too just like the humans who live in those apartments. How amazing is it how these small creatures have created such gigantic projects. A person standing outside the door of a store sleeping on cardboard caught my eye and I thought to my self “Such a beautiful industrial and advanced world we created but yet we have people sleeping on the roads?” That made all that view and all that beauty fade and seem unimportant because while we were busy to create a comfortable and luxurious lifestyle for ourselves we forgot how to help and lift each other.

They left the house around 1:45PM. Got in the car, put the seatbelt on and started driving. They took Northern Blvd and then got into Queensborough bridge. Shortly they arrived in Manhattan, continued on Lexington ave until 25th st. She got off the car, crossed the road and arrived at Baruch.

During the trip she saw very few people in the beginning. After a while traffic started creating as they were getting closer to the bridge. Her wondering eye could not not admire the beautiful skyscrapers of Manhattan. The view of the city from the bridge made her appreciate all that humans have achieved. She found the view dazzling and grandiose. The infrastructure and the engineering behind those big, tall and sharp buildings fascinated her. People looked so small to her from up there and she wondered how these small people created this big world?

When they arrived in Manhattan she started seeing more people and made eye contact with one of them in particular. One that with one look woke her up from the daydreaming effect that New York City view gave her. She saw a homeless woman and reality immediately hit her and destroyed the good opinion about humanity in general. Her name was Petra. Her last name she did not know. But, Petra made her understand that humans have not achieved a lot after all because when it comes to humanity the materialistic things do not count. She thought to herself that all that view and beauty faded and seemed unimportant and that humans while busy creating a comfortable and luxurious life they forgot to help and lift one another.