Personal Narrative: Personal Experience

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.

It was a nice hot summer day in Denver, Colorado. Was on my way to my friend Lula’s house, haven’t seen her in a few years. We went to elementary school together and we were in student council together. I slowly got out of the leather seat in my mom's white car. “Bye mom, I love you. See you mañana.” I wave as she waves back. I close the door behind me and as she drives away.

I walked out of my now ex-girlfriend’s house disappointed because I thought that this girl, Felicia, was the one. I walked out towards the road where my old car was sitting waiting for me to make the somewhat miserable drive back home. I stumbled into my car and began the drive down M-35 back to the small town of Norton, North Carolina. I couldn’t help but ponder what had gone wrong with Felicia to make her think that enough was enough. I knew I had to focus on the road, but I couldn’t because there were a million thoughts going through my head and I had tears in my eyes.

In the middle of the night I woke up and at the corner of my room close to the window he was standing there. He pulled his hoodie off as he stared at me pulling out a cigarette and lighted on. “Kevin, I'm here to take care of you.” His head was a skull and as he was talking he inhaled all the smoke in then exhaled it out as the cigarette tip light on. “Look, I don't have time to explain you everything right now. I will explain everything later.” I was confused and scared at the same time thinking who this man was. Well if you can refer to him as a man but what was he was doing here in my room at the middle of the night. The thought of being asleep crossed my mind and wondered whether this was a nightmare. But what happened today at the restroom it was no dream therefore, I’m more

“Come on Suzy you’re going to miss your plane!” called my mom from the bottom of the stairs.

“JOE!, it’s time for you to leave for school!” hollered Joe's Mom from the kitchen. Joe opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. “Okay, okay, Mom I'll be down in a minute.” This was going to be his first day at his new high school, without his friends that were still in Canada. Joe thought to himself, “I'm strong, I can do this.”

Six month ago was today like many other days. I could woke up earlier in the morning and skype or called my mum over the phone in Africa for least 20minute every day because she was all I got and my motivation. We could talked over the phone about my future and how she could attend my graduation in the year 2016. I was so excited after 6years I could finally see my mum again and not on any occasion but on my graduation day. She could be granted a visa from Sierra Leone to come see me graduate. Prior to the spring semester I had a good fall semester and I was really happy because my mum was proud of me been the only son to attend a university. I had just moved out of my adopted parents’ house with other friends who I trusted too because I felt

As I approached the doorway to my home I was barely holding on to myself by a thread and time felt as though it had stood stagnant. I was trying to walk through the door without completely losing myself to tears and misery because once I let go I couldn’t see the other side of the road; I couldn’t even drag myself down the road to find a path to some kind of happiness. In this moment so much going was through my mind, a lot of questions with no answers, and I felt worried, confused, scared, stressed, and I hated myself because I thought what happened was all my fault. All I wanted was to run into my boyfriend, Ben’s arms for comfort, and he’d probably say, “It’s okay, everything will be okay,” but I just wasn’t ready to hear those words from

I’m standing in the center or the room the only light that is in the room is the one following me, I hear her voice it’s so cold but so comforting to me. I see he standing in front of me her ghostly pale skin on her bones with her long fingernails and long hair always in her face, her dress torn and ripped at the bottom. She would scream at me in a high pitch I stood there staring at her trying hard not to move she moves swiftly but quickly to me she whispers in my ear “Your next, my child.” I heard other voices some laughing sinisterly and some repeating her. I closed my eyes I wake from my bed my pillow and sheets where wet from my sweat. I have seen her so many times in my dreams and a few times when I’m alone or out in public, I don’t know

My parents always told me “ if anyone ever picking on you just ignore them and they’ll leave you alone.” I can remember those exact same words it was after I had gotten a referral in the second grade for threatening someone saying “ I’m going to kill you” it was in the middle of the year 2nd grade after lunch we went to recess and they always made us run around the track once and I had been minding my own business walking when a boy ran up behind me and kneed my behind the aching feeling carried on for a while but soon started to fade away as angry as I was I remembered what my parents said and ignored him and proceeded to walk.

One of my best friends had a dream a few years back. We were sitting on a beach somewhere with rocks around us and she looks at me and says, “I know you’ll have a beautiful journey, but I’m going to miss you Steph.” “It’s okay Tams, I’ll be right back. I

When I woke up this morning I didn’t feel like myself. My head was aching from all of the tears. My brain was spinning, wondering how and why I did what I did. And my heart was so heavy, a feeling that is indescribable until you experience it. It took a couple hours

“This isn't happening today, this doesn't happen. The chances are to thin for it to ever happen.” Words sank and echoed off the cliffs. The camera still stood there, hooked onto the tripod motionless. No one to pan over to the sunset between the hills, no one to strike the compound and start driving home. It’s the last remnants of someone special.

Up until now, I have had very little cross-cultural experience in the course of my life. Beginning with the fact that both of my parents are Dutch and the fact that I grew up here, made me a fully Dutch citizen, both in terms of origin and education. I am born and raised in a small village in the Netherlands, called Bodegraven. My parents have not provided me with a cross-cultural background as they both grew up on Dutch farms. However, they took me on holidays to several countries in Europe and to Canada and America once. While living in such a small village, not many cultures were presented to me. However, I had several classmates from other origins and especially during high school, I became close friends with a girl from Afghanistan. The