In the past 19 years of my life, I have never had to fix anything major by myself that came across my way without the help of my parents. My parents have always worked their hearts out in order for my brother and I to come to the United States in order for us to have a better life than the one we had in Iraq. I did come over hurdles in life, but I was only able to cross them because of my parents’ support. I was dependent on them, but all that changed once I started attending college. I was stranded in this new town without any strings that tied me to people.
They moved to a country completely strange to them so that we could get a better education. This made me develop great respect and love for my parents. It changed my attitudes drastically, from negative to positive thoughts. Seeing them persevere made me want to succeed and in doing so I had to start reading and writing. This was an issue due to the language barrier but as time progressed I started to enjoy reading and writing.
As a child I was very fortunate to have a family like my own; my parents were truly happy and wholly in love. I was incredibly close with my siblings and still am today despite our little fights. Along with being close to my siblings my father and I had a great relationship; most people who knew me would have considered me a “daddy’s girl”. Growing up my father was remarkably proud of my grades and who I was becoming as a person. Oftentimes he would brag about me to anyone who listened.
A child’s first love is usually their parents. As children, we grow up believing that our parents know everything, and we strive to be just like them. The essence of who they are and the mere fact they gave us life brings about some degree of admiration. Even those who are not fortunate to have one or both parents in their life still hold an emotional connection to them. In the poems “Accents” by Denice Frohman, and “The Sign In My Father’s Hands” by Martin Espada, express a deep admiration for their respective parent living as immigrants.
One of my biggest challenges was always grammar; still is, in fact. I remember in elementary school, being taught commas were when a person took a breath or break in sentences. So I always wrote paper how I spoke aloud and added commas when I felt I
When my husband, Joe and I had to short-sale our home it gave us an opportunity to re-evaluate our life goals. Packing to move brought many discoveries of forgotten ideas and plans that we put on hold to raise our three daughters. We had been married for seventeen years and were curious about moving out of California. We had always talked about moving to Oregon so I got started on the research.
First, I was challenged academically in the school. Being an immigrant, I have to always prove myself with my ability to read, write and speak fluently in English. English is my second language, but I attended English school since Kindergarten(in India), therefore, English language was not a problem for me. Therefore, I was given regular, pre-Ap, and AP classes with other students. Though, sometimes language became a barrier
During my parent-teacher interviews from pre-school up to grade 4, my teachers never had concerns with me academically, but they would ask my mom if I had trouble speaking. I never had trouble speaking, I was just a very reserved child with low confidence. However, after coming to Canada, I felt like I had no choice but to fit in and start making friends and today I still have a long way to go in developing my confidence and social skills, but I can safely say I am a much more confident person than I was five years ago. I love travelling, and I think I get that from my mom. She loves going to new places as you already know because she tells me that you used to take her to new cities whenever you went somewhere.
My family is my main support system and I am very thankful for that. My parents and brother always motivate me to be whatever I want to be
I later learned that I was actually supposed to go to another school in the district, but I remained resolute. When the school year began, I entered 8th grade at a local K-8 charter school. Moving to a new school is hard for anybody, but going into a smaller school with social anxiety disorder felt like a death sentence. Everyone there had been with each other for years, and on top of that, I had
The ability to cope with different environments immediately is what few people possess therefore many people suffer from a change in environment. Ishmael Beah and Muhammad Saeed, both had to deal with massive changes in the environment, leading to having many negative experiences. My situation was relatively identical to theirs. After suffering for many years I found a way to help me cope with a different or challenging environment. I was in Pakistan for all my life, it was a magnificent place nevertheless, many people consider it as a third world country.
This elder man told me today "how this world is I may only be alive for 2 more days". That's sad! I wish more people were leaders than they are followers. In today's world a lot of things and people are getting worse and worse which is going to lead to another war. America vs America!
More than twelve million immigrants will make their first stop in America at Ellis Island Immigration station in the years ahead between 1892 and 1954, at least that's what we read. Who knew a small island in the New York Harbor would become my life saver ? I have waited for this day ever since I was just ten years old. I was thinking about the time when I first heard the news that we would be traveling to America when I was interrupted by a repetitive phrase. “Are you ready, Aria ?”
Growing up in America as a Chinese immigrant, I was puzzled about my identity for quite some time. Was I Chinese, Chinese American, or a Chinese in America? Never had I thought the arrangements between two or three words can be so controversial and disconcert. My life was an empty canvas, depressed and uncommitted. It was tough to not have the same type of name as most of my peers, it was tough to learn English, and it was tough to live with an absence of a true identity.